A/N: I hope this chapter doesn't disappoint. This was one of the scenes that has played out in my mind since I decided to write this story. The confrontation over Columbia is the second one, but as I have told my lovely and awesome readers, that isn't for a bit, so enjoy their lemon and all the fluffiness that will follow for the next few chapters.
Opal2084 – don't worry, I didn't take offence. If you should be mad at anyone, it should be VH1 had the cardigans listed on their recent list of 100 best one hit wonders. It was on TV when I wrote the chapter, so that is where I got it from. LOL
Matalina – I hope to god I don't screw up Vienna. It's one of the cities I want to visit most in the world. That and Paris. Oh how I wish I was a bit younger and could take this trip myself, with my own Edward or Rob Pattinson for that matter. I wouldn't complain! If you have any suggestions for things to do in Vienna, feel free to let me know.
I've been asked by several people if Peter will be coming back, and I honestly cannot say for sure. I am making this shit up on the fly people. Two days ago, Peter didn't even exist. He may make a reappearance at some point, just so Edward can beat the shit out of him like most of you would prefer. All I can say is keep reading and reviewing. Thanks for the lovin!
I don't own twilight or anything like that. I do own a massive amount of pictures of Niagara Falls though.
Oh, and the whole time I was writing this chappie I was listening to Iron & Wine, particulary the song "Passing Afternoon" I am officially obsessed with this song.
BPOV
The next morning, Edward and I took our time showering and getting dressed. We packed our bags and dropped them off at the front desk to be held until we came back later in the day to get them. I grabbed us some coffees and pastries which we ate in silence as we walked towards the Convent of St. George at Prague Castle. As I did more research last night, I had discovered that the National Gallery actually consisted of several galleries and we were going to two of them today. St. George and House at the Black Madonna.
Before we left though, we both took a moment to check our emails. Edward didn't have any new ones, probably because he had just spoken to Alice the night before, but as I expected, I had one from my mother and one from Angela.
My mother's was short and sweet. She asked me to call her in the next few days to discuss the Edward situation. She had told my father, and of course his reaction was less than stellar. I wasn't going to let this worry me though, because I was in love with him, and no matter what they said, they weren't going to come to Europe and drag me home. I was considered an adult in the eyes of the law, and they knew this. Angela's email was a lot more positive, thank god.
You guys practically did it on a train. That is so hot. Ben will hardly go near train tracks, for safety reasons he claims, and you are getting felt up all over Europe. You are such a lucky bitch. Try not to let Edward's jealousy bother you too much, he just loves you, which I think it sweet. After this long, Ben doesn't even care if I get hit on anymore. It used to be cute, now it's annoying. I bet if I tell him all the things Edward is doing with you in Europe, he might step up his game plan.
Miss You
Angela
Btw… I saw your mom again and she mentioned Edward, so I guess you finally told her. She didn't look too pleased to find out I had known for a while, and that I had actually suggested you travel with him. I don't think we'll be talking much more until you get home.
I sent her a quick email to tell her not to worry about my mom and that we were heading off to Vienna later in the day. I told myself I would need to call her soon, and then Edward appeared at my side and we stepped out into the streets of Prague for our last day.
Edward paid our entrance fees at St. George and picked up a headset to listen to, which was our usual routine. I still find it adorable that he shows an interest in art because of me. The entire collection was nineteenth century art and I could tell Edward wasn't overly impressed. It was interesting to me, but I hadn't actually heard of many of the artists and when Edward asked, I couldn't even pronounce their names. We only spent an hour or two in the gallery before heading over to the House at Black Madonna where they had their retrospective of Czech Cubism.
"Doesn't Picasso do work like this?" asked Edward curiously as he stared intently at work which clearly looked like a broken and reassembled piece of machinery.
"Yeah, he and George Braque are considered some of the most prominent cubist artists. I don't think we have seen much of their work, but I know there are a bunch of paintings by Braque at the Louvre, so we'll see them eventually," I said with a smile. I was glad to share anything with Edward that he wanted, especially my love of art.
"I think my grandparents own one like this," he remarked casually, although it honestly didn't shock me that they would have some original cubist art work in their gigantic mansion in Massachusetts. They probably had some massive collection of art that almost any serious collector or curator would kill for. His family seemed pretentious enough to flaunt it too. He just sighed and we continued walking through the gallery, with me answering his random questions every so often. It was just after two when we left the gallery and took a cab back to our hostel to pick up our bags. We grabbed a quick bite to eat at the train station and Edward picked up a new map for Vienna for us to review on the train.
It was just before nine at night when we pulled into the train station in Vienna and walked the three blocks to the hostel I had booked for us. We were both excited because we had a private room with a double bed and our own bathroom. I hoped that the next five days in Vienna were going to be a lot more interesting than Prague, which was officially my least favorite stop on the trip even though the city was beautiful. I was hoping for something a little more like Copenhagen where we first started to discover each other intimately. I had missed his touch more than I thought possible. Even though there was kissing and the occasional grope, we hadn't moved past second base in a few days. Whereas before our sex life seemed to be moving as fast as a rocket, it now seemed at a stand still. Of course, I didn't want to tell Edward this. However, from the look on Edward's face when we walked into the room, he appeared to agree that things needed to be moved forward. Unfortunately for us, it was already late enough, so we grabbed a quick bite to eat at a nearby Subway and headed straight to bed. No sex, no fondling, just a quick peck on the lips and I slipped into a restless slumber.
"Wake up sleepyhead," said Edward as he poked me on the arm the next morning. My mind immediately wished he had been poking me with something completely different at that moment. I shook my head in an attempt to clear my mind of those thoughts. It was way too early for this.
"Go away, I was having a lovely dream," I replied groggily as I rubbed my eyes and tried to avoid the bright sunlight pouring into our room by pulling the sheets over my head. He quickly pulled it back down and kissed my cheek.
"What was it about?" he asked curiously as he ran his fingers through my hair softly.
"I was traveling through Europe with a very handsome guy. He was sweet too, if not a little crazy at times," I sighed and followed it up with a laugh. I couldn't very well tell him my real dream, which involved us, no clothes and the largest four poster bed imaginable.
"Well, that does sound like a nice dream, but if we don't get up we'll never make it out of the room," said Edward as he kissed me again, this time on the lips. "Not that I would complain." I nodded my head and slowly sat up from the bed. He was right; we needed to get up, plus my stomach was starting to growl, so it was only a matter of moments before I started to gnaw on the wooden headboard out of hunger.
"Let's shower and head out of here," I said with a sigh as I threw my legs over the edge of the bed and headed to the bathroom. It was less than an hour later that Edward and I were walking down the Museum District, trying to decide where to start. As my stomach growled again, it had been decided for us. "Food."
We ate at a small café which lined the district and did some people watching while checking out the local galleries. Edward was eager to go into MUMOK because he thought the name was hilarious. I had to advise him that it was just the abbreviation for the museum of modern art.
"Oh well, that's fine too," he said with a laugh as I paid for our meal for once and we walked hand in hand towards the gallery. While I paid for our tickets, Edward was busy reading some pamphlets they had on the counter. He shoved a few into his back pocket and grabbed a headset from their customer service area before grabbing my hand and dragging me into the gallery. I didn't know how he to managed to put up with all the galleries I had dragged him too, but he was an eager participant, so I couldn't complain too much. We spent a few hours checking out their collection of realist, modernist and pop art paintings, photos and sculptures. I was particularly interested in their pop art, because in all the galleries we had gone to thus far, there actually hadn't been much. Edward seemed fascinated by them as well, possibly because all the bright colors and odd subject matters may have reminded him of a previous acid trip, I wasn't completely certain. I never was completely sure of things when I was around Edward, and it was kind of liberating.
When we finally stumbled out of the last gallery of the day, it was already getting dark, but it was still so hot that I was finally glad for once that I had decided to wear my skirt. I didn't know why all of Europe seemed to be having a heat wave while we travelled, but it was starting to grate on my last nerve. We needed another rainstorm to cool things down. For a moment, I actually missed the humid, rainy weather of Forks in the summertime. Edward and I headed to a small restaurant for dinner and then wandered the streets for a little while before deciding to head back to our hostel. It took me a little while to realize we weren't heading back to our hostel at all, but rather we were walking in the opposite direction.
"Where are we going?" I asked as I fidgeted nervously beside him. Edward just glanced down at me and offered up a big crooked smile.
"Don't you trust me?" he asked as we rounded a corner and headed towards a large open park where some beautiful music was coming from. A few hundred feet to the north of where we stood was a small stage with an open air opera taking place. There weren't a lot of people gathered around to listen, maybe a few hundred, but the music was breathtaking.
"Where do you find all this stuff?" I asked inquisitively. Edward always seemed to find the most romantic and out of the way things for us to do, like watch a movie on a big screen in a plaza or listen to an orchestra in a park. This was equally as entrancing.
"This one I found on a pamphlet when you were buying our tickets at the MUMOK," he replied with a nervous laugh. He squeezed my hand in his and we started walking forward. I thought we would be heading north to where all the other patrons were watching the opera, but instead he led me into the wooded area to the right of the park and when he was comfortable with where we were, he sat down against a big tree, and motioned for me to sit beside him. I think I shocked the hell out of him when I chose to straddle his legs instead. The music from the opera was still clear in the air as I reached down and kissed his lips softly before pulling away. My hands reached up into his hair and I pulled his lips back to mine furiously, our tongues dancing in time together in our mouths as his hands reached down my back and he squeezed me tighter to him. Based on how I was sitting, I knew he was already excited, and so was I.
When we pulled back our faces at the same time, I looked into his gorgeous green eyes and saw the same look that I knew was currently gracing my own… pure lust and desire. I took the bull by the horns and leaned forward, brushing my lip across his ear lobe gently. "I want you inside me," I panted breathlessly to him as his lips met my neck and he began sucking on me for dear life.
EPOV
When Bella told me she wanted me, it was like a chorus of a thousand angels singing to me, as though every moment in my existence was leading up to this. Sure, I didn't think it would be on a boiling hot night in a park in Vienna, up against a tree, but I wasn't complaining. I loved her and I wanted to show her. Of course her words almost broke me. I want you inside me. It wasn't formal, it wasn't dirty. It was perfect. I pulled my lips from her neck and looked up at her hooded eyes, wanting to make certain this was what she wanted. As though she could read my mind, she simply nodded her head and stood up slowly, pulling her panties from her warmth and shoving them in the pocket of my button up shirt. She was definitely wicked, I thought as she returned to her position, straddled across my jean covered erection.
I reached up with my nervous hands and slowly unbuttoned her shirt, making sure not to remove it, in case we got caught. I was seriously hoping that if for some ungodly reason, we were spotted; people would only think we were making out. I would definitely have no issues getting arrested this time though, especially if it was for having sex with my girlfriend in a public park. I would be proud to have that on my record. When I had loosened each button, I was pleasantly surprised to find she hadn't been wearing a bra all day, and I immediately leaned forward and took one of her breasts in my mouth while my hand fondled the other one. Bella's hands grabbed gently onto my hair and she was moaning quietly in pleasure as I licked and sucked every supple inch of her tits.
When her hands removed themselves from my hair, I found her trailing her hands down my shoulders to my chest, where she began to unbutton my shirt. Her hands immediately started sliding up and down my chest as I continued to lavish attention on her breasts. When Bella tossed her head back slowly in pleasure, I reached my hand down between us and lifted her short skirt up slowly, finding her wetness easily and rubbing her clit tenderly. This time she threw herself forward and grabbed onto the thick tree behind me for support, as she moaned my name quietly. Each sound from her sweet lips and each movement of her body spurred me on more and I slipped two fingers inside her wetness and began pumping my fingers in slowly, enjoying the feeling of my fingers encased in her heat.
The look of pure lust on her face and my increasing hardness was making it hard to focus. Bella was completely ready for me and I wanted nothing more than to be inside her, so I slipped my fingers and pushed her back from me gently. "What's wrong?" she asked with a disappointed look on her face. I grabbed her face into my hands and kissed her sweetly.
"I can't fuck you with pants on Bella," I said with a small laugh as her sadness immediately fell from her face and was replaced with hunger. I swiftly unbuckled my belt and unzipped my pants, and lifted myself from the ground for a moment as I shimmied my pants and boxers down till my cock sprung free between us. Bella's eyes lit up with desire as she appeared to admire my hard shaft. Her reaction to me actually made me smile and I grabbed my wallet from the the pocket of my jeans and pulled out the condom I had ingeniously put there only a few days ago. Oh I wished I had it with me on the train a few weeks ago. As I sheathed my cock, I felt Bella's lips cover my neck and chest with tender kisses. When she pulled back, I again looked to her for confirmation that she wanted this as much as I did.
She didn't say anything. Instead, she slid her body closer to mine and propped herself up a bit, so that she could position me at her burning hot entrance. She was officially the sexiest fucking person I had ever seen as she slowly lowered herself onto me and I threw my head back in ecstasy, hitting it lightly on the hard bark of the tree I was sitting against. Bella leaned forward and as our foreheads met and we gazed at each other lovingly, she began to slowly force herself up and down on me.
"Fuck Bella," I moaned as my pleasure increased tenfold from actually being inside of her. "You are so fucking beautiful," I said as I buried my head in her neck and started sucking and nibbling on her feverishly. Feeling myself wrapped in the heaven that was Bella, was beyond all my expectations, it was better than anything I could have ever conceived, and I was actually glad we waited for this. Although now that I had her, I was certain I wasn't going to let go. I wanted this for as long as she would let me. I wanted her. As I grabbed her hips firmly and started to force her down onto me harder, I couldn't help but think of doing this for years and years to come.
I released one of my hands from her hips and slipped it between us to finger to excitable clit again. "Edward" she moaned gutturally as I pinched it between two fingers and began stroking it gently with my index finger. I could sense Bella was tensing up a bit, which meant she was closing to coming, which made me happy and disappointed at the same time. I didn't want to lose the contact between us, but I was close to exploding myself and wanted to do it with her, so I kept up my ministrations on her clit and pushed myself hard into her. Suddenly she gripped my shoulders tightly and moaned my name again, this time making it last longer and sound lower. As I felt her body shudder on top of me, I deepened my movements in her and felt myself lose control, and it was the best feeling in the entire world.
"I love you so much," I whispered to her sweetly as I wrapped my arms around her and held her bare chest close to mine. I was being so loving and sweet to her, but in my head, I was planning out my acceptance speech for best love making in a European Park. 'I would like to thank Bella's parents for having sex at least once and creating this gorgeous creature for me. I would like to thank Puccini for writing the lovely opera that filled the air as I filled her, and I would like to thank the good folks at Durex, for without which this may never have happened.'
"What are you thinking about?" asked Bella a few moments later as she had finished buttoning her shirt back up and was now helping with mine. She stood from my waist and I gently eased myself back into my boxers and my pants, with a little feeling of sadness.
"Nothing really. Just thankful for you," I said with a sincere smile, as I grabbed her hand and led her back to the openness of the park.
"Vienna rocks," she said with a smile as she kissed my cheek and we practically ran back to our hostel, eager for round two.