Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight or its characters, but I DO own their sexual fetishes.

I'm sorry this took me so long, I had a teeny personal crisis. *Begs for forgiveness*

So Chapter 7 is split into two parts; Part 2 will be up shortly. Edward says Wait, it'll be worth it. . .

BPOV

I loved airports. Everything about them hinted towards something better. Something better than reality. Planes just made me feel like I can get away. Edward knew this about me. He knew I loved everything down to the smell of airports. He also knew that getting away would only work to my advantage if he was right there beside me. Well, you get what you wish for, right? I walked through the terminals without a clue of where I was stepping. The bastard blind-folded me.

Before we left he had told me my anniversary present was a vacation and I've never leapt into someone's arms like I did in that moment. The wonder in his eyes seconds before he told me, and the warmth and completion his embraces gave me gave me something to believe in. However, he 'kept forgetting' where he was taking me. Right. But putting curiosity aside, I loved him for this. So as we walked, I allowed myself to muse over his words to me last night.

"I wanted to take you somewhere beautiful," he said, cupping my face in his hands. "But everything seems so dull in comparison when you're on my mind." Pressing his lips to mine, he only released to say, "And you're always on my mind, love."

The memory of his warm, smooth lips on mine snapped me back to the darkness of my consciousness. He was just as perfect in real life as he was in my wildest fantasies.

I squeezed his hand as I thought of his perfection. It wasn't too long before he sat me down on a seat and told me that we'd be boarding in about twenty minutes. I hadn't even had much time to think about my luggage, let alone what I had on right now. Edward basically threw me an outfit this morning, claiming it would save time than having to dig through my drawers. Men.

I wiggled my toes and felt the cool air brush across my feet. Sandals. That's the one good thing about being blind-folded. Every other sense becomes heightened.

"So, we're going somewhere warm?" I asked, shaking my feet in front of me.

"You always wear flip-flops on planes, Bella," he pointed out, rubbing my knee. "How's the blind-fold, not too tight, right?" I felt his hands on the sides of my head, adjusting the black scarf.

"It's doing its job," I said, exhaling. "Can I just get one hint?"

Then he kissed me on the cheek. "How about a coffee?"

Damn.

"Sure, eight sugars," I said, smirking. I needed to stay awake and I didn't even know how long the flight was. Edward 'kept forgetting' that detail, too.

After he returned with my mystery beverage which happened to be a caramel macchiato from Starbucks, we were called to board to plane. As I struggled to peak out of my blind-fold, I found some light from below. My eyes darted down, and all I saw was a hand slipping another hand a large bill. The hand giving the money was clearly Edward's. I could never mistake those large, masculine hands. Wrapping his long fingers around mine, he walked me down the aisle of the plane and sat me down in a plush leather seat. Then to my surprise, he reclined it and I was horizontal with the floor.

"First class for my first priority," he whispered in my ear, and the shivers began. I smiled in his direction, judging from the ear he was now nibbling on.

"Still no hints?" I was begging.

"Dis piace. Non parlo inglese!" He muttered.

Oh fuck me, he did not just whip out his multiple-lingualness.

"Oh, Edward, you will be the death of me," I moaned, rather seductively. Then I felt his hands on my side move my body against his.

"Relax, love. I gave you a window seat."

"Oh. I see," I said, sarcastically.

"Don't make me bite you," he moaned, scraping his teeth along the curve of my ear.

Tease. Damn tease. Well, thank God my period was over…

Before being prompted to shut all electronics, Edward made a phone call to Emmett, Jasper, and Carlisle, telling them we'd boarded and that he'd call them when we were 'settled'. Not when we landed. When we 'settled'. Who says that? My husband. All I could do was listen and feel. His hand massaged my leg as he spoke to Emmett.

"Yeah, we just got on… She's right next to me… I already called… Yes, Em… Well, I tipped them… What?... No, that's gross… I assure you she will… Em… GOODBYE EMMETT." Snap, his phone slammed.

Well, it was a typical conversation with my brother-in-law. Edward quickly recoiled his body around mine and returned to nibbling on my ear.

We lay like that for a while until I started hearing the jovial chatter of the stewardesses and pilot crew. They were demonstrating the necessary steps of plane safety and all that required stuff. I allowed myself to sink into Edward's chest and play some of my favorite nights on the inside of the blind-fold. I was rudely interrupted by the pilot's loud and cheerful voice. It dawned on me that the pilot would have to mention where we are headed to! Our destination! I shot up in my seat only to be shot back with disappointment.

"We hope you enjoy our flight today, we should be arriving at our destination in the amount of time it takes for us to fly there! The weather is pretty normal for this time of year, so no surprises!"

Oh, this pilot had a sense of humor, didn't he?

I turned my face to Edward and pouted my lips. That's why I saw him hand the man that money when I peeked. To keep the pilot's mouth shut!

"Why you little…" I began, but was interrupted by a warm kiss.

"Little what, Bella?" He said, tracing the low cut neckline of my shirt with his fingers.

I sighed in defeat but smiled. "Nothing. Except you stopped kissing me."

"Won't happen again, love," he promised. And he sure did keep it. His lips were on mine our whole ascent into the air. I cursed the law of seatbelts while his hands roamed my body. I also prayed to God we were somewhat isolated and private. I was about to start moaning in my seat.

That was something different about us. Our love was timeless. The bond between Edward and I could never be matched by anyone who tried, I was convinced. And at the same time, we had the sex drives of overly-hormonal teenage boys. Making love was like an exploration into the caves of unknown love for us. We rejoiced at the fact that we could be free with each other, and adventurous as well. We brought out the best in one another, even the darker intimate sides. And I loved him for reciprocating it each time. We didn't equate love to sex. But rather viewed it as a priceless gift from the vast sky of our love that we shared. And we soared through the open sky together, the suspenders on his shirt became more obvious on my fingers as they began to roam. . .

I lost track of time from the moment Edward's lips starting sweeping over my collarbone until my ears began to fill with pain from the plane's descent. It was rather surreal to have no concept of where I was landing, like being dropped into the unknown. Scary, yet exhilarating. Once again, the pilot obeyed Edward's apparent directions and gave no specifics of where we were, not even the weather. Oh, he's good.

This new airport was loud and had a unique smell to it. I've never been here. That much I knew. The only familiar thing was the tall, lean man walking beside me, clutching my blind body to his side as we ventured somewhere. I buried my face in his shirt and kept walking.

He laughed. "What are you doing?"

Sounding rather muffled I answered, "Just wanted to make sure it's you, and that I'm not being kidnapped." I inhaled deeply into his soft shirt and sighed with a grin, straightening myself up again. I could see him shaking his head and flashing my favorite crooked smile in my mind. My hearing was rather acute as we rushed our steps. I heard babies crying, kids laughing, couples fighting, couples yelling, quick clatters of heels, rolling suitcases, and the smells were hitting me from every direction. Pizza, coffee, more pizza…

"Come on, you're almost free."

"Thank God!" I exclaimed, while he helped me step into some kind of vehicle that smelled like new leather. It was cool when I first entered and I leaned my head back on the seat. The contrast of the loud and anxious vibe inside the airport and the serenity of this vehicle was tranquilizing. Then the seat next to me sank as Edward gracefully seemed to materialize on my side again. With a kiss on the cheek, my body was covered in goose bumps. And as we began to drive away, I was jerked forward by the abrupt stop and a slew of profanities from a distant car.

Huh.

Whatever happened must have been resolved with hand, or, finger language because we were quickly driving steadily away from the noise. I allowed myself to just relax and dismiss any anxious thoughts from my mind. I placed my hands on my lap and tapped my fingers against my thigh, only to have them stilled by a pair of larger hands. Edward's. "Sweetheart," he said, brushing his lips over the fabric that covered my eyes, "We have a little while until we reach our final destination, you know."

I turned my head in his direction and tried suppressing a smile. I wanted so badly to attack him. A week was way too long to be unable to devour him fully. Behind the blindfold, I imagined him standing before me, naked except for a pair of black pants. He was waiting. His pale complexion glowed and his lanky frame, yet strong and masculine teased every nerve ending in my body. His eyes sparkled with his genuine grin. But there was something else in his smile. Lust. He needed me just as much as I needed him. We were made for each other. We each acted as the suspenders to the other's life. We held each other up, we supported each other. And when we were united, the world seemed to sigh in relief, and no other worry would dare creep into our collective consciousness. Without him, I was just a figure of flesh. Returning to my image, the figure in flesh standing before me slid his hand over the dusting of hair peeking out from his low waistband. I bit my lip and as I watched his knuckles roll down the fabric, a shock was sent up my center and through my spine, causing my legs to jerk. The image was gone, but Edward wasn't. Sitting next to me, I heard him breathing heavily. I felt his body heat warm up my skin as his hand grabbed mine and brought it closer to him.

"What were you just thinking of?" He asked. Then he swept my hand over his lap and rested it on his bulging erection. His deep exhale mirrored my own as we both sank into our seats a little deeper.

"Y-You…" I breathed, panning my fingers over his length and gaining the softest groans that escaped his lips.

"Mmmm, Bella," he whispered, and quickly moved my hand back into my lap. I felt him shutter and giggled in response. "You tease, you."

Me?! "ME?"

"Yes, you," he whispered into my ear, "You know what you do to me, Bella," whispering again, but this time darting his tongue out to lick my earlobe. "In a stranger's car no less!"

But when I tried putting up a fight he just kept me quiet with his gentle moving lips on mine. For the rest of the car ride, we were united beautifully in a passionate kiss of desire.

**

After what seemed like hours, the car came to stop and suddenly, the noise from outside was stomping its way in through the windows. The door opened and Edward helped me out, as always, into the land of the unknown.

The ground seemed worn. I felt people side swipe me in each direction before Edward's arms protected my fragile frame. "Just walk straight," he said.

People's voices were overflowing into my ears, while car horns flared into the sky. It was warm out, a little humid, but a nice breeze made is bearable. I felt Edward's body shift against mine due to the apparent crowd of people surrounding us. I just kept walking straight, focusing on not tripping, and the friction of my backside against Edward's groin. The humidity wasn't just in the air…

I took a deep breath and was hit with the smell of warm salty pretzels and sour kraut. That smoked scent made my mouth water, but as soon as I thought of eating another loud car horn ripped the thought from my mind.

"Shut up, will ya!" A man screamed.

"Move outta the way!" Another yelled.

Hm.

Then a precious little voice rang, "Mommy, I want to ride the ferris wheel!"

Finally, the crowd thinned and Edward walked in front of me and placed his hands on my shoulders. "Okay, love. Ready?"

I bit my lip and smiled, nodding my head in anticipation. In one smooth transition, Edward moved behind me and untied the blind-fold, sliding it off of my eyes that finally fluttered free. The light made me squint, but it didn't hurt. It only made the buildings around me glow with stardom. The colors were vibrant and seemed to reflect off of each other, connecting every surrounding object and unifying them in some universal way. My eyes traveled up for what seemed like miles to capture the moment the sky met the building tops. Coming back down, I noticed there was a Starbucks on every corner of these strangely geometric streets and an array of different people, every color, shape, and size, some with cameras the size of my head. My hand covered my gaping mouth and I felt my eyes tear up as I jumped around to face him.

"YOU BROUGHT ME TO NEW YORK!" I exclaimed, jumping into his arms. "Oh, EDWARD! You're the best, Edward!"

I buried my face in his neck so overwhelmed with pure happiness that I started to cry.

"Happy Anniversary, my Bella," he said into my neck. Upon kissing it, he placed me back on my feet and I allowed the best city in the world to hover over me and embrace me. And the fact that I was standing next to Edward on our first anniversary in the middle of Times Square made my knees weak. I felt my heart beat faster with the exponential increase of my love for him. My bones seemed to melt into my flesh, and with his warm touch of his fingertips on my lips, our soul's intertwined a little tighter.

EPOV up next!