We promised you one last glimpse…and we are making good.

Note now – this is going up on a Sunday eve b.c it is not safe for work.

For the last time – they aren't ours. But the Strawberry soliloquy will always be.

We the Cullens

Late Night Calls - E

Taking over as CEO had been a challenge, but I have to admit, I enjoyed it as much as I hoped I would. I thrived on pushing myself, and I found I was good at it. Better than good. In fact, it felt like I was born to do the job.

There were late nights and weekends away, but I found my groove within about six months. My father had been right, and my taking over had not resulted in any damage to the company. In fact, we were doing surprisingly well. And in this economy, our success bred success. Business gravitated toward us because our solid standing was encouraging to others.

Bella and I got married a year after the transition to CEO. I ever so romantically suggested we tie the knot on Valentine's Day, and Bella laughed me out of the room, claiming it was entirely too clichéd. We ended up at a still undisclosed beach location with about twenty five of our closest friends and family. To say it was perfect would be an understatement.

Despite being comfortable as CEO, my schedule was certainly less flexible than it had been when we first met. My relationship with Bella hadn't suffered for it. She took the time to ramp her career as well. We were stressed, but we worked hard never to take it out on each other. When we weren't traveling, we took one day out a week that was "just for us." And that kept us sane.

But I had to admit, I missed our more playful days. In the early part of our relationships sex was frequent and intense. These days, the intensity was still there, but the frequency was not. We took turns feeling the pain.

One morning Bella kept trying to pull my tie off every time I put it on. "Please come back to bed," she begged.

"I have a meeting in thirty minutes, and even as pent up as I am, I cannot do both of us justice in that time," I argued. "But I promise you, it is not for lack of want."

"You could just do me justice, you know," she suggested. I laughed and kissed her goodbye. But my god, that was a long day.

Later that week, I was beyond ready so in spite of my exhaustion, I set up a big seduction scene at the apartment with candles and wine, and I sat naked on the couch except for that damn tie for nearly an hour until I got cold, and pulled a blanket up. When Bella came home she thought I looked so peaceful she never noticed what I wasn't wearing, and she just slipped off to bed.

We were in the middle of our longest dry spell. Two weeks. Now, I know for some married couples, that isn't much, but given how active we'd been for so long, that was killing me. And I was starting to take it out on everyone around me. Even Irina was steering clear of me on the days I was in the office.

We'd really done little else but pass each other on the way to flights during that period. We never missed a day of talking though, usually more than once.

"Hey, sorry to call so late, but I just got out of a meeting myself. Are you at the hotel?" she asked one night while I was holed up in London.

"Yes, it was a killer day. Hanging out with my laptop and a beer. I even ordered in tonight. Completely wiped."

"Are you still working?"

"Just looking at some figures for tomorrow. Nothing serious. Why?"

"No reason. So tell me more about your day."

I bored her with the details. I could hear plenty of shuffling, and I finally asked, "What are you doing?"

"I'm changing, Edward. In fact, I'm down to just my underwear. Would you like to see?" I knew she was being facetious, and I should have laughed, but just the thought of her undressed nearly caused me to drop the phone.

"Oh god, Bella."

"Frustrated much?" she asked suggestively.

"Too much," I answered.

"Me too," she stated tentatively. "I miss you."

"Well, I can't make it all go away, but we might be able to help each other out a little," I offered.

"What are you suggested there, big boy? Do you need some help with something?" she teased.

"I can manage on my own, but I'd prefer not to have to."

"I know exactly what you mean. Rosalie offered to take me to a sex toy shop today."

I exhaled, and I think I made a sound that came out closer to a squeak than I wanted. She laughed.

"Well, if we're going to help each other with phone sex, is your laptop handy? Do you want to move to skype? We could have video." I wasn't sure what she could handle, but I figured it was worth the mention.

"I don't know . . . I think I might feel a little weird about that. Can we start simpler?" There was a small hint of panic behind the response, and I realized this was probably new to her.

"It's okay. Yes, we can start however you want."

"I'm going to try something, but I have to disconnect, okay? Can I call you back in like 10 minutes?"

"It's going to be the longest ten minutes of my life, Mrs. Cullen."

"A little anticipation is good for you, Mr. Cullen."

I felt ridiculous, but I grabbed another drink, turned down the covers on the bed, and took off my shirt and my jeans. I didn't want to be presumptuous about the underwear.

Before the ten minutes was up, I got a text.

CYE

I flipped the top of my laptop open and clicked on Outlook. There was no subject line, but as soon as I opened the email, there were two pictures. Bella was standing in front of the mirror in a pale blue lace bra and panty set. She jutted one hip out like super model and jokingly held a breast up with the hand that wasn't taking the picture.

I groaned.

In the second picture, she had turned around, putting her backside on display.

My phone buzzed at that moment.

"What do you think?"

"I like that you showed both sides."

"It's important to give multiple perspectives," she joked.

I laughed.

"Did it enhance anticipation?"

"Yes, very much so."

"So how do we do this? Do we just start saying dirty things to each other?"

"There is more than one way to approach it. Mostly, it involves talking and touching. I talk; you touch yourself and vice versa. And you need some imagination to make it all feel real."

"I feel a little awkward. 'Oh Edward, right there!' It just doesn't feel quite like me."

"Bella, it's okay to just be you. I'm looking at these pictures, and I can't imagine anything more beautiful than you being you."

She sighed on the other end, and I continued. "Are you still wearing that?"

"Ah, well, um. No."

"Are you wearing anything?"

"No to that too. How about you?"

I swiftly flicked my boxer briefs off. "Not anymore."

"The pictures weren't silly?"

"No, nothing about you I silly. I could look at you all day."

"I miss looking at you too. It's been too long."

"Bella, will you do me a favor?"

"Of course."

"Are you on speaker?"

"Yes."

"Okay, then will you pretend one of your hands is mine, and place it on your breast? Can you do that?"

"Uh huh." Any joking left in her tone dissipated.

"Good, I want my mouth on your other breast. Why don't you lick the fingers on your other hand, and put them on that nipple? Maybe that will help you think of my tongue there."

"Edward, I . . ."

"Shhh. Please?"

"Okay."

"Are you flicking your nipples, Bella?"

"Uh huh."

"How does it feel?"

"It's good." It was harder for her to talk now.

I had taken myself in my hand, but I was slow, careful to maintain control.

"I'm I ready to feel more of you, Bella, Will you take my hand and move it lower?"

"How low, Edward?"

"All the way. I want to see if you're excited yet. Are you?" There was a pause, and I used to the time to imagine her hand trailing down her stomach.

"Yes," she whined. "I'm ready." The idea that she was on the other end of the line touching herself definitely awakened my space in between.

"Not yet you're not. I want to play a little more first."

"What about you? Are you excited?"

"Bella, I've been ready since you mentioned underwear. Don't you worry about me. What is your hand doing?"

"Umm, it's moving."

"How? Up and down? Circles?"

"A little of everything, just like you always do."

"I wish I could see you right now. I bet you look amazing."

She didn't answer. One of the things I'd learned about Bella was that she tended to get quiet the closer to release she got. Almost as if she were concentrating, reaching out for it. Desperate to grab it.

"I think you're ready for me. I want to be inside you now. Use your other hand and pretend it's me. Can you feel me?"

"Ohhh," was all she managed.

I picked up my own pace a little, knowing she had to be on the edge. Her breathing was faster. I could almost see the expression on her face, eyes shut tight, but the slight smile creeping at the edges of her mouth. She's probably flick her tongue out at some point, an invitation to kiss her as she climaxed.

The only sounds I could hear were breathing and rubbing, both from her hand, and from her skin on the bed. I took her sudden gasp as my cue to increase my efforts.

"Edward, I'm there," she cried. I hated missing this part. Nothing ever brought me to the peak faster than feeling her tighten around me, seeing her body tense and release in rhythmic fashion. But even knowing it was happening on the other end was enough.

And I signaled with my own release with a moan.

We were both quiet for a while.

"Still there?" she asked softly.

"Absolutely," I said, as I reached for the phone, but then I realized I had a bit of a problem. I started laughing.

"What?"

"Oh I just forgot how messy this was, and I don't have a towel handy." She chuckled on the other end. "I feel like a damned teenager. But then I always have when it comes to you."

"Your mom says it's a Cullen thing."

"Let's leave my mom out of this, shall we?"

"Fair enough." When she stopped laughing, her tone was more hesitant. "So you have you ever done that before?"

"Bella, everything I do with you, I feel like I do for the first time."

She didn't answer immediately, taking in my calculated response. "I guess we still have a lifetime of firsts ahead of us then huh?"

"I am definitely looking forward them."

Office of the CEO - B

Something had gnawed at me ever since our little phone interlude.

It was stupid, and I shouldn't get hung up on it.

But I couldn't help it.

Our sex life had always been amazing. Yes, work had thrown a bit of a curveball at our frequency, which made things a bit fewer and farther between. But they were still really damn good.

At least that's what I thought until our night on the phone. I had stepped pretty far out of my comfort zone, but I missed Edward so damn much that I'd been willing to do just about anything to feel like he was here, if just for a little bit.

When we'd finished, and were laughing about the mess that Edward had made, I jokingly asked if he'd ever done that before. He dodged the question.

He'd answered in an incredibly sweet, incredibly Edward fashion, but I couldn't help but register that he didn't say no.

Which meant that he probably had. With someone else.

We'd never really delved into his younger, wilder days. There were times when I got curious, but I always pushed it to the back of my mind. I decided that I didn't want to know.

Or at least I thought I didn't.

But since our phone call, I'd been thinking off and on about the part of Edward's life that I didn't know. What types of things had he done with other women? Were there things that he missed? Things that I didn't do?

It would have been easy to get sucked down in self doubt and apprehension. But I knew that Edward loved me. Hell, we were married. He'd wanted me, not those other women.

I spent a few days debating before deciding what to do.

Edward had flown back early in the morning from a meeting in Washington D.C. He'd gone straight to the office, and made me promise to meet him there by 6 so we could join Emmett and Rosalie for dinner.

But a few days of reflection and wondering put something else in my mind.

At five after five, Irina met me at the elevator on the 32nd floor.

"He's in his office." She gave me a quick kiss on the cheek as she pulled on her coat. "Make him slow down, will you? He looks tired."

"Thanks Irina. Have a lovely night."

I waited for the elevator doors to close before making my way towards Edward's office. He'd been the CEO of CI for a year now, but it was still odd to call it Edward's office. I still saw it as Carlisle's.

But tonight it was time to change that.

Standing in the doorway, I watched him as he marked up some type of report. His left hand supported his head, and when he wasn't writing, he drummed the silver pen I'd given him against the desk blotter.

"You look stressed, Mr. Cullen."

His head shot up, and a smile lit up his face.

"This is a surprise, Mrs. Cullen."

I pushed the door closed behind me and walked towards him, trying to keep a straight face.

"I thought we could spend some time alone before dinner. I missed you."

He leaned back, creating just enough space between his chair and desk for me to slip in and sit down on the blotter.

"So this is my mystery five o'clock meeting. I wondered why Irina wouldn't tell me who it was with." He laced his fingers over his chest, an amused smile on his face. "So tell me, was there something you wanted to discuss? After all, you do have an appointment."

I had a momentary flicker of hesitation. What would Edward think? Could I do this?

But one look at the relaxed, amused expression on his face was enough to spur me on.

"There was something I wanted to bring up." I stood up, leaning forward with my hands resting on the arms of his chair. "How long 'til we have to meet Emmett and Rosalie?"

"6:10 in the lobby. Why?" A slight frown crossed his face, confused as to my query.

I didn't answer, instead dropping to my knees on the floor in front of him.

"Think you can be quiet?"

"Bella? What the…" But his ability to speak was pretty much eliminated as I quickly undid his belt and pulled down the zipper on his pants.

"Door is closed, but no need to announce it, okay?"

Before Edward could say another word, I slipped a hand inside boxer briefs.

"I decided I needed a bit of an appetizer before dinner."

Before he could say anything, I dropped my head to his lap, taking him in my mouth.

"Oh god yes…" he hissed, and I could hear the crack of leather as his hands dug into the leather of the armrest.

I let my mouth and hand work in opposite directions, pulling and teasing as I scraped my teeth gently against him. His breathing was ragged, shallow, and his hips slowly began to rock forward in a chair. Every time he tried to talk or to take control, I'd push a bit more. Whether I used my teeth, tongue, or changed the angle, it didn't matter. I had managed to render the unflappable Edward Cullen speechless.

And it was hot as hell.

A knock at his office door made him jump a bit. I decided to take a risk, and didn't release him, choosing instead to scoot back a bit to hide myself under his desk. My free hand grasped the edge of the chair, pulling it forward with me.

"Oh fuck me, no way…." Edward struggled to catch his breath.

"Shh…" I whispered, "You need to keep it together."

Before Edward could say another word, I ran my tongue along the tip before pulling him back into my mouth. I smiled as I felt him grab my free hand.

The door squeaked open, and I heard Emmett in the doorway.

"Yo Bro, I am headed downstairs early for a drink. You want to come?"

I chuckled quietly as I continued to slowly bob my head up and down, Edward's grip tightening around my hand. I was incredibly curious as to how he would answer.

"No. I've got some things to take care of here. I can't come just yet."

"Okay. I'll keep an eye out for Bella downstairs. I'll have a drink waiting; you look like you could use it."

"Sounds good."

The minute the door closed, I felt Edward's hands slip into my hair, trying to modify the pace I had set.

"God you are so fucking sexy."

I tightened my grip on him a bit, increasing the friction as I hummed in acknowledgement.

"Oh holy shit…" The motion of his hips increased, and his breath came out in shaky gasps. "Oh god, Bella…"

It was so easy to tell when Edward was close to a release, he dropped the polished prep school façade and let loose with what he was really thinking.

His hands gripped tight in my hair as he groaned out my name. I didn't let go of him until his breathing had regulated, and I felt him lift the hair off the back of my neck.

"Not that I am complaining, but what the hell was that?"

"Just something that popped into my mind after our conversation earlier this week," I replied innocently as I rested my head on his leg. "I thought I should make an effort to come out of my comfort zone a little more, and the opportunity presented itself."

Edward barked out a dry laugh. "To give me a blow job in my office, while my brother tried to carry on a conversation?"

"Well, it didn't feel like your office yet. I thought we needed to do something about that. Speaking of which, we really need to get a lock on that door, don't we?" I teased as I tugged up the zipper on his suit pants. "Besides, you lied to Emmett. You told him you couldn't come quite yet. I think that was taken care of about two minutes after he left the room."

Edward grasped me by my upper arms and pulled me up into his lap.

"Tomorrow, I am ordering a couch for this office and a lock for the door. But right now, I am going to tell my brother that we can't make dinner."

"Why would you do that? You just told him…"

Edward cut me off, that brilliant smile I knew all too well lighting up his face.

"I told my brother whatever it took to get him out of my office. And I will tell my brother something else to get us out of dinner."

"Why would you want to do that?"

"I have all kinds of ideas after that little stunt you just pulled, and I don't think I can wait. We are going home. Right now."

"You sure about that, Mr. Cullen?"

"Absolutely, Mrs. Cullen."

The Only One - E

It was as if I were seeing her for the first time all over again. This amazing woman who stood out, who did the unexpected. But this time, I saw more of her. I saw beyond the bright boots and the tie grabbing to the little girl inside the confident woman. The one had just opened herself up to something new merely to make me happy.

And I wanted nothing more than to throw her down on my desk and take her six ways 'til Sunday.

While that would have been fu n, and it would have fit the mood, it would not have done justice to the way I felt about her at that moment.

We'd walked the distance back to our apartment hundreds of times, but this journey seemed to take a little too long. It was as if we were in slow motion. I kept looking over at her and grinning, and she would look away, almost embarrassed. I put my arm around her shoulder to draw her in, and she smiled back.

I kissed the side of her head, and breathed the scent of her hair. "Beautiful," I whispered into her curls.

She gave me a hip bump in return and bit her lip. "You liked the surprise then?"

"I did," I said with a nod.

She smiled again, and I squeezed her shoulder in affirmation.

By the time we finally reached our building, I was almost jittery in anticipation, but I couldn't rush this. There were too many things lying under the surface.

The instant the elevator doors shut, I backed her against the wall. I weaved my fingers through her hair and pulled her in for a kiss. It was slow and deliberate. I licked her upper lip, and she sighed into me.

I continued to plant kisses all around her face, until I ended up back at her lips again where, I found the need to taste her irresistible. My tongue began a fervent exploration.

"Edward?"

"Mmm?"

"Cameras?'

I growled and pulled back. More than kissing would be dangerous on the elevator, but I wondered briefly what it would take to get them shut down for the night.

It was a matter of minutes before we were safely inside our apartment. She threw her bag on the hall table and was about to head down the hall, but I grabbed her and pulled her back.

"Not so fast."

Her eyes went wide.

I gently held her up against the wall,

"Bella you remember that night on the phone? Remember how I asked you to do things, and you trusted me?"

She looked a little panicked.

"Relax, I have a few things to say, and I'm going to ask you to trust me while I do, okay?"

She bit her lip and nodded.

I leaned into her and began with her ear, so I could whisper the first part. I took the lobe in my mouth and sucked playfully. When I released it, I said, "I don't believe you are quite aware of just how much you affect me. Only you."

My reaction to what she had done at the office was visceral. She pushed herself. For me.

And I was going to make her understand with actions what words could never fully explain.

I trailed my tongue down her neck. I slid one of my hands under her shirt, and dragged it up to her breast. I sucked on her collar bone, planting more kisses as I made my way over to her shoulder. I slid my thumb, under her bra and dragged it back and forth along the elastic, building her anticipation. Just before I moved my thumb up to brush her nipple, I breathed, "I could never want anyone as much as I want you."

I stepped back and she let out a whimper. I pulled her shirt up over her head, and stared at the sight before me. I could see the hesitation in her. She was used to matching me; letting herself give in to my worship was a challenge. I flashed her a smile.

"You couldn't be any more perfect," I said while reaching out to pull her skirt down. I didn't bother leaving the panties on. I got down on my knees to remove them entirely. While there, I kissed her left foot, and I let my tongue follow the path of her leg while I remained on the floor. I gently placed her knee over my shoulder and continued moving my tongue up her leg. When I got to the top of her thigh, I grabbed hold of her hips to hold her steady as I dragged my lips across her, stopping in the middle, replicating the licking and nibbling techniques she'd used on me earlier. I sucked gently as she moaned.

"I could never need anyone else as much as I need you," I mumbled into her as I set her leg back on the floor and began kissing my way back up her body.

Her eyes were heavy, and her nervousness appeared to be lifting as she gave into the pleasure.

I placed my thumb where my mouth had just been and pressed softly against her as two fingers slid inside.

Her mouth parted, and I could feel her pulse rising against my free hand where it rested against her neck. Nothing in my life had ever excited me as much as watching Bella give in to pleasure, knowing that I made her feel that way.

I wasn't slow or deliberate anymore. I worked with determination. Alternating the motion but maintaining a consistent rhythm.

I was torn between my desire to let my hand cause her to let go right there in the entry way and my need for more of her, but she influenced my decision.

Her eyes, trained on mine pleaded before she even asked, "I want you now. Please?"

I nodded and felt her pulling at my pants. I picked her up instead, and carried her back to the bedroom. The walk took longer than it needed because I couldn't keep my mouth off of her.

I lay her on the bed, and pushed my pants down. I grabbed her hips, and pulled her toward the edge of the bed. Her legs fell open, and I filled the space.

I couldn't do enough to tell her. To let her know that I couldn't remember what any of this was before her. I only knew the feel of her hands on my arms. Her hips thrusting up to greet mine. I only knew the taste of her sweat as I kissed her forehead. Her fingers as they reached into my mouth. I only knew the smell of our bodies when they soared to the pinnacle, screaming each other's names, claiming the other in the process.

I didn't want to let go. I stayed inside her as long as I could. Eventually, I lay down close to her and whispered in her ear.

"I could never love anyone as much as I love you."

Parts of the Whole - B

As sweet as Edward's actions and declarations were, in the end, his proclamation wasn't true.

He would argue that it was semantics, and even at one point tried to debate the different types of love with me.

I didn't want to hear about it though. I was in pain and at times miserable. But I knew deep down it was all worth it. That he made it all worth it.

Correct that. They made it all worth it.

Once upon a time, there had been one. And then there were two.

Now there were three. Well, two and a half. At least for six more months.

Emmett pulled me aside the evening that we told everyone, shooting a surreptitious glance around the room before launching in.

"Bella, next time you pull a stunt like what you did in my brother's office, you might want to remember that there's about 2 inches of open space at the bottom Edward's desk. I could see your feet."

He planted a kiss on my head and gave me a big grin. "And I can't help but remember that was about 12-13 weeks ago. So I'll make you a deal. I promise I won't tell my niece or nephew where they were conceived, so long as you stop calling me Emmy Poo. Deal?"

I was cornered. But then I thought about Edward's statement, his declaration that he could never love anyone as much as he loved me. And I realized that he was right. We love people in different ways. That love was what gives depth and nuance to our relationships, what tied us to each other.

And in the end, was what made us whole.

So long, farewell, bon voyage…how ever you want to say it. Batward and Welliebella are officially riding off into the sunset.

You'll see one more update with the april fool's day outtake, and then this story will officially be up to date

Thank you for the ride – we love you all.

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