A/N .. bonjour mes amis!! Hahah translations are down there \/\/\/\/

The opera was beautiful. I honestly didn't understand a word but I melted inside every time Edward leaned over and whispered the male protagonists lines in my ear. I was beginning to discover the French language was a massive fucking turn on. No wonder Europeans had a reputation for having dirty sex. If all the men in America spoke like that I'd probably jump them all.

I was glad we had our own private box as it meant we could be as touchy feely as we liked and Edward seemed to like very much so when I rubbed him off through his pants.

The opera finished at half 11 and everyone made their way into the bar area where champagne was being passed around in preparation for 12 o'clock. I was honestly having a complete outer body experience at that moment. I was in Paris, drinking actual champagne. Not that fizzy wine Charlie liked to buy. This stuff was like $200 a bottle. Not only that but I was wearing a dress I couldn't even afford to buy with my college savings fund and I had just watched an opera with the most gorgeous manboy on the planet. Who just happened to be all mine. I leaned across and planted a sloppy champagne fuelled kiss on his perfectly wonderful lips, just because I could. He wrapped his arms around my waist and held me close as we walked out onto the patio area.

"Not that I'm complaining but what exactly was that for?" He brushed a stray hair from my face with his fingers before planting a gentle kiss on my nose.

"For being you." I smiled up at him. Taking in his amazing features. I swear I'll never get sick of looking at that face. He poked my nose.

"Oi you. Stop staring at me." He chuckled lightly as I lightly slapped his chest. I curled into him and inhaled his scent.

"I love you."

"I love you too Bella. But seriously. If you get this affectionate I'm gonna get you to drink expensive champagne more often." I smiled and kissed his neck quickly.

I was a little tipsy. Hey the bubbles went to my head but I meant it.

"Honestly Edward. I can't see myself with anyone but you. I love you so much. Don't ever leave me okay?" My voice cracked a little at the though of him actually leaving me. I wasn't sure I'd cope if it ever happened. He kissed my hair before bringing me to look at him.

"Hey you. I'm never leaving you got that. I'm in this for the long run baby. I love you more than life itself. In fact. You are my life now." I crushed my lips to his in probably the most passionate kiss I had ever witnessed. It was better than the ones in films.

I could hear the countdown in the background.

" dix.. neuf.. huit.." I opened my eyes to look at him. He was one step ahead. My hands found their place on the side of his face. " trois... deux .. uno... "

Edward pulled away and rested his forehead against mine.

"Bonne Année Madamemoiselle Swan." He whispered against my lips and my breath caught in my throat. I tried to stop myself from moaning.

"Oh you like that huh?" His eyes suddenly lit up with a wicked glint and his crooked smile appeared. I tried to press my lips to his to stop him. I wasn't sure I'd be able to control myself and there were a lot of people. A lot of very rich, older French people. Who knew exactly what he was saying. I was too slow though.

" Je veux passe la reste de ma vie avec vous" how is it possible to be this turned on by an accent I had no idea what he was saying but it had to be romantic.

"Oh Edward." He put a finger to my mouth to shush me before whispering in my ear.

"Tu es pour moi la plus belle." I groaned into his neck and began kissing it with every intention of persuading him to take me back to the room. It seemed to work as he started pulling me towards a taxi.

Once inside he began smothering my face in kisses, not gentle soft ones. Needy, desiring kisses. I wasn't complaining. I was about to ruin this dress if he didn't get me out of it soon enough. His hands were everywhere as if he'd never touched my body before.

Funny how journeys seem to go quickly when your mouth is other wise occupied. I didn't even realise we had pulled up outside the hotel until Edward stuffed the driver a wad of notes and gathered me in his arms. He carried me the whole way to the room, his mouth never leaving my skin and I giggled the entire way. Man champagne turned me into a floozy.

I decided to make use of the only French I knew in the elevator.

"Voulez-vous coucher avec moi?" Edward looked at me before laughing his head off.

"Fait-il chaud ici, ou c'este juste vous?" He was still laughing as he said that. I recognised the word chaude as being hot. I swore to myself if he was using cheesy chat up lines to get me into bed I would kill him.

We burst through the door to our room and it looked as if Edward was contemplating where to drop me.

"Bella. Allons-nous fair l'amore sur le sofa ou le lit?" I knew enough of the lingo to work out he was asking me bed or sofa. I only wish I knew the French for 'I don't care just fuck me!' But I didn't so instead I went for

"Le sofa! Le sofa!" I called out loudly. Honestly it was only cos it was closer. He gave me a knowing wink, his eyes thick with lust. I swear the French thing was doing funny things to my pussy.

He lay me across the couch and began tearing his clothes off like he couldn't get naked quick enough. I knew that feeling. I tried to slip my dress off as quickly as possible without ruining it but it was taking longer than I expected. Edward looked down to see me struggling and again his crooked grin appeared before he ripped the dress from the skirt to the bust area, revealing my naked body. Underwear was not an option with that dress. I was torn between kicking his ass for ruining the most beautiful dress I had ever owned and finding him incredibly fucking sexy. I didn't have time to consider the second option as his lips found my nipples. He bit gently, causing my back to rise off of the couch and I cried out.

He chuckled against my skin, before trailing his fingers down my body until they found my dripping wet core. I elicited another cry of pleasure as his fingers plunged into me, his thumb circling my clit. He brought his face to mine, still working me with his fingers and whispered in my ear.

"Je t'aime de tout mon coeur."

That did it. I was close enough from the groping in the cab and his French sent me over the edge.

"Oh Fuck Edward!" He growled next to my ear, I loved it when he was animalistic. I knew I hadn't had my fill yet though and nor had he.

"I don't know what the fucking French for it is Edward but I need your cock now. I need you inside me." He kissed me hard as he flung each of my legs over his shoulders and got himself nestled between them. He kissed my forehead softly before plunging into me deep and forceful.

"Ungghhhhh" I'd needed this contact since he wished me a Happy New Year. I reached up and bit his shoulder. He grunted in ecstasy before shifting my leg higher, hitting a completely new spot. My thoughts were no longer coherent.

Edward.

Tobacco and champagne.

Unngghhh.

Like that.

Oh God!

Bite me.

French.

UUUUUUNNNGGHHHH

Oh Fuck it I'm cumming again!

"Je Jouis! Je Jouis!" Edward suddenly started shouting French at me again. I was grateful for the gesture but really I'd just come and my legs were all wobbly and my head was swirling. I didn't have it in me to get turned on again but anyone in the hotel who didn't already know what we were up to would now. Seconds later he flopped down on top of me, sweat bead forming on his forehead. I brushed his hair aside as I reached for his cigarettes placing one in each of our mouths. I lit mine and then his. Kissing him softly on the nose.

"I'm not going to lie Edward. That was fucking awesome." He chuckled and rolled over so we were both looking at the ceiling.

"I love you."

"And I love you."

AN okay I know its short. But it's hot right. And it's pretty much the final moments in Paris. Anyway translations for you dirty perverts. Haha I'm not judging I LOVE IT!!

Bonne Anee Madamemoiselle SwanHappy New Year Miss Swan

Je veux passer la reste de ma vie avec vousI want to spend the rest of my life with you.

Tu es pour moi la plus belleYou are for me the most beautiful.

Voulez-vous coucher avec moi?- Would you like to go to bed with me?

Fait-il chaud ici, ou c'este juste vous? - Is it hot in here or it is just you?

Allons-nous fair l'amore sur le sofa ou le lit?- Shall we do it on the couch or the bed?

Je t'aime de tout mon coeurI love you with all my heart

Je jouis- I'm cumming.

See you got a chapter and a lesson in French. I think I deserve a review for that one. Lol.