A/N: Apologies again that the last chapter was so short…and kind of boring, too. I wanted to give some background on Edward and why he was willing to give so much up.

Hopefully this chapter is a little more…ahem…fulfilling.

Chapter 10

I was woken by an unfamiliar alarm the next morning at 7:30. I groaned and buried my face in my pillow until I heard it stop. Next thing I knew, Edward was wrapping his arm around me from behind and kissing my neck gently. "Morning sunshine," he whispered.

I rolled over and lazily opened my eyes to find his gorgeous green ones looking down at me and a soft smile playing on his lips.

"Morning," I replied, stretching up slightly to kiss him. "What time is your interview?"

"Not till ten," he said, nuzzling my neck. "So we have plenty of time to…"

He was cut off by Alice barging through my door. "I'm not looking!" she announced, covering her eyes. "I was just wondering if Bella had seen my green scarf?"

"Um, Al, can you maybe thinking about knocking in future?" I asked her, annoyed that she had cut Edward off. "And your green scarf is hanging over one of the chairs in the dining room where you left it last week when Jazz was over."

"Thanks Bells, you're the best! And I'll knock next time, I promise. Oh, and good luck today too Edward!" she added as she ran out the door, closing it behind her.

I let out my breath in a huff. "I'm so sorry about that," I apologised to Edward.

"You don't have to apologise," he smiled at me. "Now, where were we?"

I didn't get a chance to answer as he dropped his head to mine and kissed me like there was no tomorrow. "Now Doctor Swan," he murmured into my neck as his hands slid down under the covers and started working my shirt up. "I'm very nervous about my interview today, perhaps you can help me relieve some of that…tension?" He rocked his hips into my side on the last word, letting me know just how "tense" he already was.

"I'm sure I can prescribe something," I responded cheekily. "What are your symptoms?"

Edward caught on quickly to where I was going and lay back, pulling me on top of him. "Well, my hands are all fidgety, I can't seem to control them," he smirked as he succeeded in pulling my old pyjama shirt off over my head.

"Mmm hmm," I nodded, trying to use my "doctor voice" and failing miserably. "Anything else?"

"I'm having difficulty breathing – I feel like I'm…excited," he continued.

"Oh dear, fidgety hands and a shortness of breath," I intoned seriously. "That doesn't sound good at all…" I trailed off as his hands wound into my hair and he gently pulled my head back, following that up with gentle kisses and nips down the column of my neck and out to my right shoulder. "Are you experiencing any other symptoms?" I was still trying to stay in character.

"There is one more…" he whispered into my collarbones. "My blood seems to be rushing to my head." He ground his hips up into mine as he completed his sentence.

I lost my character totally then, squealing, "Edward!" as he rolled me back over and disappeared under the covers where he quickly removed my pyjama bottoms. He slowly kissed his way back up my body, starting at my left ankle and kissing all the way up to my inner thigh. I held my breath as I waited to see where he went from there…and I wasn't disappointed. I felt his warm breath blowing across my centre, followed closely by his tongue. His name left my lips again, a moan this time as opposed to the squeal of only minutes earlier. He added one long, gentle finger to the magic his tongue was working on me and it only took him a few blissful minutes to make me fall over the edge.

While I was catching my breath Edward climbed out of the bed and quickly shed his pyjama pants. The sight of his erection standing proud made me moan aloud yet again. I couldn't believe the effect this man had on me – I felt like a high school girl all over again. He rummaged around in my drawer once again and was quickly back in the bed.

Feeling assertive, I pushed him onto his back and straddled his hips, letting his erection graze my entrance but not allowing him access.

"Bella, you're doing it again," he groaned.

"Doing what?" I asked and I continued my teasing, taking the time to place open mouthed kisses all over his chest.

"Killing me," he responded, pulling me up to his lips once more.

I deepened the kiss and then moved to take his length slowly inside me. He growled into my mouth as I slid down his shaft, only pausing slightly when he was all the way in before I slowly rocked my hips to slide him almost all the way out again.

We rocked together slowly for what felt like an eternity, him letting me take the lead and seemingly enjoying it.

I stilled for a moment, relishing the feeling of Edward being inside me, then, feeling bold, I slowly sat up and started riding him cowgirl style.

"Oh fuck!" he exclaimed, reaching out to cup my breast with his left hand and gripping my hip with his right.

"Like that, do we?" I teased, slowly moving my hips in circles.

"Fuck yes! Oh God Bella – please don't stop!" he was almost begging.

I moved my left hand down to his abs, letting my short nails gently scratch along the lines of his toned muscles and through the soft hair below his navel, and reached my right hand behind myself to gently cup his balls.

He growled again and moved his hand from my breast to my hip so that both his hands were helping to control the way my hips were moving. I quickened my movements and felt myself coming close to my second orgasm of the morning. I looked at Edward's face – his eyes were almost closed, his lips were parted and he was flushed…and it was without a doubt the sexiest thing I'd ever seen.

"I'm close Bella," he panted. "Come with me!" His hands tightened on my hips and he ground his hips into mine. Within seconds I was screaming his name and his was moaning mine and we came together.

I collapsed on his chest, listening to his heartbeat as it gradually slowed down. Once it was back to normal, I rolled unhurriedly off him and stared at the ceiling with a goofy smile on my face while he cleaned himself up. I watched him lay back down out of the corner of my eye and propped myself up on my elbow to look at him.

"Well Mr Cullen," I was using my doctor voice again. "Did you find my alternative therapy lessened the severity of your symptoms?"

He grinned up at me, his green eyes dancing. "Yes Doctor Swan, I do believe I feel better. I am concerned that the symptoms may re-occur though."

I couldn't help the smile that crept across my face. "In that case, Mr Cullen, might I suggest we schedule a follow-up visit for…" I paused, pretending to consult a diary. "How about the same time tomorrow?"

"I don't know doctor," he responded in mock worry, "what if the symptoms come back tonight?"

"You're right Mr Cullen. I can't possibly let a patient suffer – are you able to come back tonight around 10?"

Edward dropped the act then, reaching up and pulling me down across his chest. "You're crazy, you know that?" he asked.

I just nodded my head, enjoying being close to him yet again.

He shifted, laying me back against my pillow and crossing his arms on my chest. He rested his head on his arms and looked into my eyes. "Can I take you to dinner tonight?"

"I thought you were going to spend some time with Alice and Emmett tonight?" I queried.

"That was the plan – I didn't know I was going to want to spend all my time with you though," he smiled up at me. "Maybe I can change my flight tomorrow…"

"Don't do that," I interrupted. How about I cook here tonight and we'll invite Emmett and Rosalie over, and Alice can take a plate down to Jasper at the hospital? That way you still get to spend time with them, you also get to spend time with me, Jazz doesn't have to eat hospital food and you don't have to worry about changing your flight?"

"Bella, you're a genius!" He shook his head in amazement. "Can I take you to lunch on Tuesday before you take me to the airport then?"

"I'd like that," I said, averting my eyes as I blushed.

Edward rolled his head to the side and moved his arms so they were wrapped around my body, burying his face in between my breasts and moaning happily. "I could stay here all day," he mumbled.

"I'd be quite happy for you to do that, but you need to get ready for your interview," I reminded him. "Go have a shower and I'll make you some breakfast."

"How about you come shower with me and we'll make breakfast together?" he suggested, starting to kiss his way from my breasts up to my neck.

"I suppose that's an offer I can't refuse," I replied, disengaging myself from his arms and sliding out of bed. I moved to the door and wrapped myself in my bathrobe, then looked over my shoulder, smiling at the sight of him sprawled naked across my bed. "Coming?" I asked with a wink.

"You bet your cute little ass!" he shot back, jumping off the bed and chasing me to the bathroom.