A/N: Good morning all my lovely readers and reviewers. Thanks to everyone for their song suggestions. I actually downloaded several of them as I am considering a group of songs for a possible playlist for the 'reveal' in a few chapters.

Mmwalker and mojoka, your comments made me laugh. Sorry there isn't any lemons in this scene. Perhaps I am saving them all up for Paris? Not bloody likely! LOL

Enjoy the chapter.

*I don't own twilight, but I do own a lot of music from Canadian indie artists.*

BPOV

The rest of our time in Madrid was spent in the hostel. We never went to see anything else, unless you count the lounge where we would log onto the computer and check our email or discuss travel arrangements to Barcelona. Edward and I had agreed to leave for Barcelona on Monday, and today was Sunday. We had agreed to do laundry together on Sunday morning, but before I woke up, Edward had already gathered all of our things and called a local laundry service to do it for us. Of course, in an effort to be sneaky, Edward actually sent ALL of my clothes to the laundry service, so I was naked for the rest of the day. Not that it really mattered because we spent it in bed, quickly running through another package of condoms.

It was almost six at night when our laundry arrived and I was finally able to get dressed. I tossed on a t-shirt and a pair of shorts and left Edward in our room while I went to check my email. I had one from my mother, and quickly remembered it was Sunday and I was supposed to call her. There were no other emails, thankfully, so I ran back to our room and grabbed a calling card before heading back to the common area to call home.

"Hi Mom," I said into the phone painfully after she answered. We hadn't ended our last conversation on good terms and hoped she had forgotten about it. Unfortunately for me, she hadn't.

"I'm surprised Edward let you call me," she snapped at me angrily.

"What the hell is that supposed to mean mom? You know very well I'm just dating and traveling with him. I'm still the independent person I always was." I was fuming at her accusation. She hasn't even gotten a chance to meet or talk to him, so how could she accuse him of being so possessive.

"Why aren't you agreeing to meet Jacob when you get home?" Aw fuck, what the hell does Jacob have to do with any of this?

"Simple mom, Jacob stopped talking to me, for three damned years. Why do I have to give him the time of day when he couldn't be bothered with me before?" I replied to her angrily. I was quickly regretting making this call and Renee was doing nothing to make anything better.

"He just wants to talk to you Bella. He and Billy have already apologized to us for how they treated us after the accident and I think you should give him the benefit of the doubt." My mom was starting to drive me nuts with her persistence. It was no surprise that when we were younger, my mom tried to convince me to give Jacob a chance after he asked me out no less than seven times in two months. It never happened. I never once saw Jacob as anything more than a friend of the family, but neither my mom nor Jacob seemed to grasp this concept.

"It's not happening mom. I don't care how much you try to convince me otherwise, I don't want to talk to him. Is dad there? Can I talk to him please?" I was practically begging to be let off the phone with her. She was taking the term overbearing to a new plateau. I heard her huff in frustration and then I smiled as the smooth, calm voice of my father came on the phone.

"Hey Bells, how is Venice?" he asked with sincere curiosity.

"I'm in Madrid now dad, but everything is good. Edward and I are leaving for Barcelona in the morning, so that should be a decent trip," I said positively. It was such a major change talking to Charlie instead of Renee. I felt like the world had been lifted from my shoulders.

"How is Edward?" he asked tensely, although he did seem concerned.

"He's fine Dad. I promise, he's the kind of guy you would approve of. We've been doing good, he even took me on a romantic gondola ride in Venice a few days ago," I remarked casually. I certainly wasn't going into any specifics with my father of all people. In fact, Angela probably wouldn't hear them either; we never did talk about the dirty details of our sex lives.

"I'm glad Bella. If you are happy, then I am happy."

"Good, now can you tell mom to back off? She keeps trying to get me to get in touch with Jacob, which isn't going to happen," I said remorsefully. I knew Charlie had held out hope at one time that I would date Jacob, but he was never as vocal about it as Renee. Charlie trusted me to make decisions that were right for me.

"Listen Bells, I don't want to get involved in any of the specifics, but it might be good for you to talk to him again. It's totally up to you and I definitely won't push you about it." I calmed slightly at his words and thanked him for not being as bossy as Renee. I told him I loved him and our call ended moments later. I sat in one of the comfortable chairs in the lounge and tried to think of why everyone I knew was trying to get me in touch with Jacob. It wasn't going to happen, but I was still curious of the reason. While I was considering possible situations, Edward walked in and knelt between my legs.

"Are you okay?" he asked with sincere concern.

"Yeah, I just finished talking to my parents and it was a little weird. I was just getting my bearings straight," I said with a small kiss to his forehead. He grabbed my hands in his and looked at me sweetly.

"If something is going on at home, I hope you know you can confide in me. Lord knows I've told you enough horror stories about my parents to last for years," he remarked with a sly grin. I nodded my head and decided to tell him what was going on, even though I could already sense his response.

"Everyone back home is trying to get me to talk to Jacob Black when I get home, which I'm not planning to do, but I am just trying to understand why they are all pushing so hard," I admitted reluctantly to him. I felt his grip on my hands tighten as he started to speak.

"Do you think it's because they want me out of your life?" he choked out with a dismal looking frown. I shook my head, almost violently, in response to his question.

"Even if that was what they were trying, it wouldn't happen. You're stuck with me for however long you want me," I said with a smile as I kissed his forehead.

"Forever it is then," he replied earnestly as he kissed my hands and helped me up from the club chair. "Now, let's plan our trip to Barcelona while we await the arrival of dinner."

"You ordered us dinner?" I asked in shock as I pulled up a website with train schedules on it. Edward already had one open with hostels, and was reviewing them as he spoke.

"Yeah, just some food from the café down the street, nothing fancy. Now look up info on trains for us baby." I nodded my head and tried to focus on the schedules in front of me. I found a train for us that left at ten in the morning and arrived just after one in the afternoon. This was definitely our best choice, so I scrawled the information down on my notepad and watched Edward as he checked out hostels.

"That one looks good," I suggested as I pointed at the screen at one hostel located at the center of Barcelona. It had a high approval rating from other travelers and offered private rooms with double beds, so Edward and I were set. He smiled at me in agreement and reserved the room for us for3 nights. We would arrive on Monday and leave on Thursday, before heading onto our final stop, Paris. Just as we had finished using the computers, the delivery man arrived with our dinner and Edward paid him handsomely before I led him upstairs to our room.

The next morning, we hurried around the hostel to make sure everything was packed. We had stupidly forgotten to pack anything the night before because we were too busy having sex. Edward even had to run out to buy two more packages of condoms, for fear that we would run out and do something stupid because we tended to think with our hormones and not our heads when we were together.

We barely made it to the station on time and as I got our tickets, Edward picked up a new map for Barcelona and then we ran as fast as we could to the platform. We had barely become comfortable in our seats before the train started moving north east towards Barcelona. Instead of spending our time staring at the map, trying to decipher where to go, Edward shoved it in his backpack and just held me tightly. We stared out the window and he ran his fingers along my hand and up my arm, bringing goose bumps to the surface, and it wasn't even cold. We didn't talk, even though I tried. Every time I attempted to say something he would either silence me with his lips or by putting his finger in front of my mouth. It was romantic, yet aggravating at the same time.

When we finally arrived in Barcelona, we left our bags at our hostel and headed down to Joan Miro museum for a few hours. It was only two hours later when we stepped out, but it was dinner time so Edward and I stopped at a small restaurant for some authentic Spanish cuisine before heading back to our hostel to relax for the evening. As we walked in the building, there were several other kids around our age milling around, clearly waiting for someone or something. As Edward checked in, one of the guys approached me and I was surprised to hear he spoke English.

"Hey, you're from Canada huh?" he asked as he pointed at my backpack and extended his hand for me to take it.

"Sure," I replied as Edward laughed beside me and I shook his hand casually.

"I'm Chris and I'm from San Francisco. We're traveling together across Europe. What's going on with you guys?" he asked as he motioned his hand between Edward and I.

"I'm Bella and this is my boyfriend Edward. We're doing the same thing, except our trip is almost over. We fly out of London in about nine days," I remarked with a hint of sadness.

"Cool, well we're all heading out to one of the local clubs as soon as our friend Madison gets down here. Do you guys want to come?" he asked genuinely as I glanced over at Edward.

"What club are you guys going to?" asked Edward as he raised his eye brow in concern and gave Chris the once over.

"It's called 'the Paloma' and it's like two blocks west of here apparently. You guys are welcome to join us once you have settled in, if you want." I looked over at Edward and I was surprised that he nodded his head in agreement. We told them we would see them later and then we followed the desk clerk up to our room, which thankfully had our own bathroom.

"Do you really want to go out?" I asked Edward as he pulled his dressier clothes from his backpack.

"Yeah, why not? We haven't been out to a club in a while, and you know I can't resist a chance to grind against you in public," he said with a laugh as he kissed my forehead and walked into the bathroom.

"Okay then," I said in surprise. I pulled out my blue and white dress I had purchased in Vienna and then I proceeded to get dressed, although in an effort to tease Edward, I accidently forgot to wear my panties. It was almost nine o'clock when we left the hostel and started the short walk down the road to the club Chris had recommended. Edward gripped my hand tightly as we walked in, and I noticed Chris and several of his friends in the corner.

"Edward, Bella… so nice of you to join us," he said with a slightly drunken laugh. I waved easily as Chris began to introduce us to his friends. Everyone was from San Francisco and they were all third years at Stanford, which we both found very impressive.

"Bella's going to be first year Art History major at Northwestern and I'm a first year music student at NYU," said Edward as he sat down on one of the chairs and pulled me onto his lap.

"Aww… long distance love, how sad," said one of the girls whose name I think was Kelsey. I nodded my head casually as everyone started to talk casually about their majors, and it was odd to see Edward fit in so well with them. A few minutes after we arrived, a waitress came over and took our order. I ordered a shot of whiskey and a beer, which seemed to catch Edward off guard. He decided to order the same and I just laughed at him easily.

"So, how long have you guys been together?" asked another girl, a stunning looking blonde, whose name I later found out was Madison. She had been staring at Edward a little too much from the moment we walked in and joined the group. I wasn't going to have her watching my man like that for the rest of the night though.

"Two months," Edward said with a smile as he kissed my lips sweetly. That's right bitch, he's mine, I thought to myself with a grin as my hands found their way through Edward's hair. Madison glared at me for a moment and I instantly felt a feeling of jealousy wash over me. I guess it was my time to be the jealous one.

EPOV

The bar was kind of boring, the music mundane at best, but Chris and his friends reminded me of Jasper and my friends back in Boston. They clearly came from rich families and didn't' care who knew it. I didn't say anything about my own family though; for fear that they might actually know about them. Bella seemed to be clinging to me extra tightly after only a few minutes in the bar and I wondered if something was wrong. When I whispered to her, she said everything was fine, so I tried to relax and enjoy myself. One of the girls, Madison, seemed particularly interested in our relationship and was asking way too many questions, some of which I noticed Bella found disconcerting.

"Seriously two months, that's it?" asked Madison incredulously as she took another shot of some pink colored liquor and tried to lick her lips seductively in my direction.

"Yes, two months," snapped Bella in frustration. "Is it that hard to believe that two people can fall madly in love in such a short time?"

"I didn't mean anything by it Bella," insisted Madison, with her standard bitchy glare directed right at Bella. "You guys look very happy." I grasped Bella's face in my hand and pulled her towards me, kissing her furiously in front of everyone especially Madison, who still looked angry. I ordered Bella and I another round of drinks, hoping to get her onto the dance floor sooner rather than later.

"So, art history huh?" asked Chris with sincere interest. "I guess you've hit several galleries around Europe huh?"

"We have been to at least one in every single city we've been too. I can't wait to get to Paris to visit the Louvre, I'm certain I will be overwhelmed." Bella looked excited as she spoke the words happily to Chris. I couldn't wait to get to Paris either. I still had to reserve us a hotel room and finalize a few more arrangements, but it would be completely worthwhile and memorable.

"That's really cool. Sounds like you guys have had a great time," said Chris, as our waitress arrived with our new drinks and Bella greedily drank hers quickly. I grabbed the arm of the waitress as she left and requested another round of drinks as I handed her a bill that was way too large for what we just purchased.

"Dude, you're throwing your money away on all this booze," laughed Chris a little too loudly, the alcohol was clearly sinking in.

"I don't care. I'd spent ten times as much, as long as Bella is happy." I heard a collective round of sighs from the table as Bella leaned down and practically fucked my mouth with her tongue. I was a little overwhelmed, but I didn't complain one bit. When we finally parted a few minutes later, our waitress was already back with another drink for Bella and I. I nursed both the drinks in front of me, not particularly eager to get as drunk as Bella was planning to. I wanted to keep an eye on her for the rest of the night, and I definitely couldn't do that if I was hammered.

"Okay baby, it's time to dance," said Bella almost half an hour later as 'Heartless' by Kayne West came streaming through the speakers in the club. I laughed at Bella and let her lead me onto the dance floor. No one else from the table joined us; they simply continued drinking and watched us intently. I noticed Madison whispering to one of the other girls at the table, but I chose to ignore them. I grabbed Bella's hips tightly as we moved together towards the center of the floor. She moved from side to side, never once letting go of me. She kept time to the music easily considering how much she had to drink. I kept pulling her closer to me; my hand resting on her ass as we practically humped each other on the floor. Bella slipped her leg onto my hip and as I reached my hand down to her thigh to get a better grip on her, she leaned up and whispered to me, "Move your hand up further." I nodded my head and let my hand move further up her thigh towards her heat, and I almost went into cardiac arrest when I realized she was missing her panties.

"Bella, where are your panties?" I whispered nervously as she continued to grind herself against me.

"Back in our room," she replied with a seductive grin as she turned around and rubbed her ass against my now throbbing hard on. The song ended up being a medley of Kayne songs, and as it changed effortlessly into 'Stronger', Bella started to move herself against me harder and I gasped at the friction between us.

"Fucking cock tease," I said forcefully into her ear as I wrapped my arm around her waist and pulled her back into me harder.

"How bad do you want me?" she asked as she turned around and started to push herself against my cock again. She reached her hand up behind my neck and pulled me down to her face and licked my lips tenderly while I stared at her in awe. I don't think she had ever been so overtly sexual in public, with other people present.

"I'd bend you over right now and fuck you if I could Bella, I really would. Fuck, you are so fucking hot," I replied tensely. The longer we danced, the harder it was to resist her.

"I'll be right back," said Bella smoothly as I watched her walk from me, towards the washroom. She probably had to go break the seal or something like that, I thought to myself as I began to head back to the table where everyone else was sitting. Before I even had a chance to leave the dance floor, Madison had come up beside me and asked if I wanted to dance.

"Thanks, but no thanks. I think Bella and I are going to leave," I said as I tried to walk away from her. She grabbed my arm tightly and gently tugged me back onto the dance floor.

"Oh, Bella won't care about one little dance." I looked up at her and felt immediately repulsed. She actually reminded me a bit of Jessica Stanley from back in Boston and I couldn't stand that girl, even when I fucked her, which was way too often for my liking now.

"Yes she will, so let go of my arm," I said fiercely as I grabbed her hand and pulled it from mine forcefully. Before I even had a chance to react, Madison was pulling me towards her, trying to kiss me.

"What the fuck?" screamed Bella as she stormed up beside us and started to throw her arms in the air in pure fury.

"Calm down Bella, Madison was trying to get me to dance with her, but I was just leaving," I replied casually, but Bella looked just as angry as before. I grabbed her hand and pulled her from the dance floor to prevent her from making a scene.

"Then why the fuck was she kissing you?" I hung my head down low and a feeling of sheer terror ran through my body. Before I could respond, Bella was running from the club, with Chris following at her heels.

"What the hell are you doing?" I yelled furiously at Madison as I threw some cash down on the table to pay our bill.

"She's not the girl for you. You clearly come from money Edward; you're a spoiled rich kid, just like us. You belong with someone more like me," claimed Madison as she ran her finger down her neck towards her clearly surgically enhanced tits.

"Fuck you skank. Yeah, I come from money. In fact, it's probably more money than you've ever seen, but I don't give a shit. You remind me of every dirty ass whore back in Boston who uses her pussy to get guys because they have no personality. Stay the fuck away from us." I ran from the club and headed down the street, hoping to find Bella, with no luck. There weren't many places she would go, so I headed back to the hostel first and thankfully, I found her in the lounge talking to Chris on the sofa. Her head was buried in her hands and she was crying, which broke my heart. Chris looked up at me with remorse and stood from the couch, walking away to give us some privacy.

"Bella," I said quietly as I swept some of her hair behind her ear. "Nothing happened, I promise you."

"I just want to go to bed," she said with a tear filled sigh. I grabbed her hand and led her back towards our room which was on the third floor. I was livid, not just because of Madison's assumptions about me, but because Bella actually believed I would want someone other than her. When we got back into the room, Bella put on a pair of pajamas, which was something she hadn't done in almost a week, and crawled into bed. I undressed, leaving my boxer shorts on, and laid down beside her.

"I would never ever cheat on you Bella. She asked me to dance and I turned her down. Apparently she's not used to being rejected and I think she tried to kiss me because she saw you walking towards us," I admitted anxiously. After a few minutes of silence, Bella rolled over and curled her body towards mine, resting her head on my bare chest. My fingers immediately started to run through her soft hair, and she sighed gently.

"I know you wouldn't cheat on me Edward, but the thought is always there. I'm sure you feel the same way sometimes. I could tell Madison was a whore from the moment she started to question our relationship, I just hoped she wouldn't act on her very obvious desires," she said reluctantly. "I trust you with my heart Edward."

"And you with mine Bella."