Happy Friday my lovelies! The notes are going to be short because I'm rushing to get this out to you before work or you'd all have to wait another 9 hours to get this- that's unacceptable. I'm pretty sure you all know what this chapter is about and I hope it helps start your weekend off with a bang (pun intended)

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Thank you to my beta's elfinchakie and brandy_d. I'd be lost in London without one and there wouldn't be a comma in sight if not for the other.

Without further fan fare I give you Chapter 5


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July 5th

All those days ago? What did he mean? I'm pretty sure I would have remembered him touching me…

Oh, hello tongue.

When his it pressed against my lips, I completely forgot what I was thinking about. The only thing I could concentrate on was the fact that he was kissing me. I opened my mouth without a single ounce of hesitation on my part and melted at the contact. He tasted like chocolate and wine.

Without thinking, I moved my arms around the back of his neck and gripped tight, anchoring his mouth to mine. There was no way he was getting away from me now that I'd had him. I tugged a little and I heard him groan into the night air; at the same time he pressed me more firmly into the brick wall behind us. I was effectively pressed between two solid objects.

His hand slid around my waist and my back arched up away from the wall pressing me up against him from chest to groin. I doubt you could slip a piece of paper between us we were so close together. The hand around my waist slipped down just enough to grab my butt, and the other one moved up to my hair. I hitched my leg around his waist, pulling him tighter to me. When I did that, his hips bucked forward and I gasped, effectively breaking the fuck-hot kiss we were sharing. Motherfucking JC he was so fucking hard!

His hand slipped down over my ass and ran up the back of my thigh until he got to my knee. He grabbed it and wrapped my leg tighter around him while he thrust into me again. I moaned embarrassingly loud… like so loud I'm pretty sure it echoed in the alley.

I looked up at him, tilting my head back slightly so I could see his eyes. He thrust again and my eyes closed tightly and I moaned again. I was pretty sure if someone was walking past on the other side of the street they would have heard that one.

"Bella, sweetheart. Look at me. I want to see those beautiful eyes when I make you cum." My eyes popped open and I looked up at him, not believing what he had just said. Edward-fucking-Cullen just told me he was going to make me cum. Looks like the fucking was back in his name.

His hand that was still wrapped around my leg, right above my knee, slowly started to slide back up my thigh, this time under the fabric of my dress. I wanted to look away. I wanted to watch his hand under my dress as he slowly started to move towards Honey and all her goodness. Looks like they were about to meet. I hoped he'd be good to her.

His hand stopped at the juncture of my thighs and his thumb traced the sensitive skin located there, just barely skimming under my panties. Oh, fuck, what kind did I put on before we left? My money was on plain cotton, but for some reason I think I might have put on lace. I was praying for lace.

He hooked his finger into the material and pulled it to the side. When he did I could feel the fabric digging into my skin slightly and did a mental happy dance when I felt the lace. Then I gasped when his finger traced over my bare bits. His head dropped to my shoulder, and I was momentarily disappointed that he wasn't going to be looking at me while he made me cum.

I felt his breath as he exhaled heavily against my neck, and my whole body shivered. His breath felt hot, yet cold on my overheated and sensitive skin.

"You're so wet," he whispered against my ear. I moaned again, this time quieter, and thrust my hips out towards him.

He was slowly driving me insane.

He leisurely drug his teeth down my neck until he got to my shoulder in which he bit it lightly, all while moving his fingers back and forth against me. He let go of my shoulder with a kiss and pulled back so he could look at me again at the same time that he pushed his fingers in.

My mouth dropped open in a silent scream, and I had to stop myself from closing my eyes. He pulled his fingers out unhurriedly and pushed back in at the same pace.

"That's it, my sweet Bella. Keep looking at me." My breathing was out of control by this point. He couldn't keep talking to me like that while he kept moving his fingers in and out of me.

This time when he pushed in, he did it with slightly more force and I gasped. His mouth lifted up into a cocky little half smile, and I wanted to be annoyed that he could be so in control when my body felt like it was slowly being consumed in a hot, white inferno.

He curled his fingers up slightly, just enough to make my legs start to shake. He rubbed his thumb against my clit in fast, tight little circles. Vaguely, my brain told me it was the same thumb that I had sucked on, and the same one he tasted afterwards. One of my hands let go of the death grip I had around his neck and dropped to his shoulder. I dug my fingers into the flesh there, and tried to anchor myself to him, as he kept pushing me closer and closer to the edge. He started to move his fingers in and out of me, faster, and faster, until I was sure I couldn't take it anymore.

Without any warning, he stopped and picked up his slow pace again. This time when he curled his fingers up in me, he stroked that super special secret spot, that even I hadn't been able to locate. My leg gave out this time, and I tried to pull him down closer to me. I wanted him as close as possible when I came. I wanted his mouth on mine when he pushed me over the ledge that he had somehow perched me on so precariously. But he wouldn't budge, maintaining the same distance as he kept eye contact with me.

He pressed his thumb so hard up against my clit I thought for sure it would hurt. Instead, it was just the push I needed.

I started to scream. "Shhhh, my Bella," he said, so quietly I could barely hear him, over my own labored breathing.

Instead of letting out the scream that wanted to burst from my lungs, I let out a shaky chant of his name. He kept up the same torturous movements that had plunged me head first into an amazing orgasm by him.

Gradually, he dialed back his movements, slowing them until there was barely anything to be felt. Only then, did he lean down to kiss me, just softly brushing his lips against mine.

I tried to slide my leg out from his grasp, so I could finally stand, but his hand tightened around me. He bent down slightly to grab my other leg and lifted me up so I was wrapped around him. He took one step forward and pressed my back firmly against the brick wall. This position put us eye level with each other. I slid my arms around his neck and pulled his head closer to mine, so that I could finally kiss him how I wanted. He gave in easily, and yielded to me.

Our lips met in a storm of tongue and teeth. We were feverish and I could feel his straining cock between my legs as our movements pressed him tighter against me. Without breaking contact between our mouths, I moved my hands down his shoulders and over his chest down to the button of his jeans and quickly popped it open. I pushed the zipper down as far as our connected bodies would allow and then worked my hand into the opening I had created.

My fingers grazed the tip of his dick and he hissed at the contact. I was just surprised that Edward Cullen went commando. He was the first to break our kiss this time, and he pulled his body back from mine just enough so I was able to wrap my fist around him firmly and began to stroke. At my first pass up and down, I felt his legs shake just a bit. Pleased with my response, I started to move faster, rubbing my thumb across the tip with each upward stroke.

He moved one hand out from behind me and left one under my ass to support me, while he tried to push my dress up. His grip weakened and I slipped, just a little, down the wall I was pressed up against. This time I couldn't help the wince when I felt the rough stone scraping down my back. He pulled me back from the wall and it relieved some of the discomfort temporarily. Unfortunately, when he pulled back he had to stop trying to push my dress up. It was becoming clear that sex in this position just wasn't going cut it.

"Edward," I whispered against his lips. "Let me down."

He looked at me momentarily confused, then slightly disappointed, and finally ended on resignation. If he only knew.

As soon as my feet hit the ground, I spun around facing the wall and pressed my back up against his front. I pushed my ass out so I could rub up against him. He was still hard for me. His hands gripped my hips, holding me steady, as he slowly started to work his hips back and forth against my ass. I tried my best to contain my moan, but still some sound slipped out.

He reached down and grabbed both of my hands, placing them on the wall in front of me, effectively bending me over at the waist. My hair fell all around my face, creating a curtain around my head. He kept his cock pressed firmly against my ass as he leaned over me and moved my hair over one shoulder. I turned to look at him just as he stepped back.

Thinking he was done, I started to straighten up, but he just shook his head at me so I stayed in position. He leaned down and wrapped both of his hands around the back of my knees, before slowly pushing them up my legs. He didn't stop until he reached my butt, and only then it was to push the fabric of my dress over my ass. I couldn't help the shiver that ran through my body when I felt my almost bare ass exposed for all the world to see. Then he hooked his thumbs under the lacey fabric of my panties and pulled them down until they were stretched around my thighs.

It suddenly hit me like a ton of bricks. Edward-fucking-Cullen had me bent over in an alley with the skirt of my dress pushed up over my ass and my panties pushed down. Oh God. He was going to fuck me. I was going to get fucked by him.

My knees began to wobble and his hands gripped them tightly until I was able to get my body under control. He slid them both back up my legs, he didn't stop until he reached my pussy. His hand cupped me and he began to rub his palm against me. I could hear the rustling of some fabric and then he pulled his hand away from me. I wanted to cry out in protest at the loss of friction.

Before I could make a fool out of myself, he pressed up tight against me. This time it was skin against skin. I could feel his hard length pressed up against me as it slid up and down between my pussy lips with each slowly thrust of his hips. With each pass down, his cock got closer and closer to sliding into me and I couldn't help the shiver that racked my body when he paused with just the tip barely in me.

My movements were automatic and there was no stopping my body's natural reaction as I pushed my hips back against him sliding him deep into me. Both of his hands grabbed my hips to stop my movements and I felt his body shake. He stood there for what felt like forever, I willed him to move. I wanted him to move. As badly as I wanted to call out to him, to yell at him, to scream at him to move; I knew it wasn't smart. We were in an alley not far off the streets of London. The very last thing I wanted was someone to stumble upon us.

When I was able to count to thirty and he still hadn't moved I took matters into my own hands. I concentrated and clenched. His fingers dug into my hips and his own thrust forward so he was buried even deeper in me. I heard him take a deep breath before he pulled out slowly and then thrust into me.

"Oh God," I moaned softly.

He pulled back out and pushed in, more forcefully this time. Out again, faster this time. In harder, I could hear the resounding smack of his hips as they slapped up against my ass. It practically echoed in the silence around us.

One hand left my hips and moved up to my shoulder, where he gripped it hard as he began to move faster, harder. My palms were sore; each one of his thrusts pushed them violently into the brick wall. I could care less if they were bloody, I never wanted him to stop.

All too soon, I could feel the tell tale signs of my approaching orgasm. My toes curled up and my eyes clenched shut. I wanted to hold off. Edward-fucking-Cullen was fucking me, it couldn't end yet. I wasn't ready for this to end.

His movements slowed and I opened my eyes and looked at him over my shoulder. Well I wasn't ready for this to end I didn't want him to slow down. His hand moved from my shoulder and cupped my cheek as he leaned down to kiss me. The second his lips touched mine his pace picked back up again. I moaned loudly this time, knowing his mouth would capture most of the sound.

A handful of thrusts later and I was back to where I was before he slowed. We were still kissing, both of us letting out barely audible moans between gasps for air. His fingers on my hip dug in deeply and he gave one final thrust, wrenching my orgasm from my body. I screamed against his lips and I felt him twitch inside of me signaling his own release. My fingers were sore as they dug into the brick wall, trying to keep myself upright.

We both did nothing more than share each other's air as we breathed heavily. Our lips occasionally brushing against the other as our bodies settled back down to Earth. He straightened up and the movement shifted him slightly inside of me. My hips twitched, I was still so sensitive. He pulled out slowly and I straightened up myself. My dress fell down, back around my thighs. Before I could manage to turn around, he had already bent down and pulled my panties up for me. I noticed he had also managed to straighten himself out while I recovered from the best damn orgasm I had ever had. Ever.

Once we were dressed and no longer attached by the face or hip, it was kind of awkward. I mean I just fucked one of the hottest stars in a GD alley. What do you say or do after that? I don't think Miss Manners has a book of etiquette for this situation. Probably a really small market for it anyways. However, if there was one I was pretty sure of, I'd kill for it right about now.

"So," I started, as I ran a nervous hand through my hair.

"Would you," he said at the same time.

We both did that uncomfortable laugh and said, "no, you go ahead," at the same time. After much convincing, I managed to get him to speak first.

"Umm, well… I bloody well suck at this. But would you… That is to say, could I, I mean…" He muttered under his breath a string of curse words I could barely make out. "I'd love to see you again."

I had been trying so hard not to laugh at him. His mumbling was adorable, but if I didn't find something funny about this situation, I was pretty sure I was going to die of embarrassment. So I wasn't sure I heard him correctly when he said he wanted to see me again.

"I'm sorry, come again?" I asked.

"I'd love to," he said.

"What was that?" I asked.

"I'd love to see you again. I mean I want to see you again. Can I see you again?" Holy fuck! Edward Cullen just asked me out.

"Absolutely!" I practically shouted out, and then quickly slapped my hand over my mouth. I settled with nodding up and down enthusiastically.

His smile blinded me as he reached forward to grab the hand that was covering my mouth and he pried it away from my lips. "Perfect," he whispered softly against my lips before he kissed me again.

I melted into him, this kiss so much different from all of the others. We weren't rushing towards a goal, neither of us in a hurry. He pulled back by degrees until his lips just brushed mine. I couldn't, nor did I want to contain the grin that was plastered across my face as he grabbed my hand and we slowly walked out from the alley together.

Never in a thousand, million years would I have thought I'd be walking down the London streets, holding hands with Edward Cullen, after having just been fucked by him. If anyone had said, 'Bella, you are going to go to London, and while there you are going to meet the man of your dreams and have hot steamy sex in a public locale with him,' I would have laughed.

We had wandered the streets for a good ten minutes before I realized I had no clue where we were and my feet were beginning to hurt as the back of my shoes began to cut into my heel.

"Edward?" I felt his hand tighten around my own when I said his name.

"Yes, Love?" he replied back smiling at me.

"Where are we, and is there any chance we get a cab or something? Not that I mind walking, but my feet feel like they are going to fall off." He stopped walking and pulled a phone out from his pocket.

He talked in quick clipped tones before he slid it back into his pocket. "I'm terribly sorry, Bella, I didn't even think about that," he said as he shook his head back and forth. "A car should be here in a couple of minutes."

I just nodded, expecting a cab to show but imagine my surprise when a black town car pulled up to the curb next to us. A driver got out and opened the door for us and Edward merely motioned, ladies first. Before I had a chance to get into the car, he grabbed my hand and spun me around to face him. He cupped my cheeks in both of his hands, his fingers wrapped partially around my neck while his thumbs stroked my cheekbones in soft soothing circles. He leaned down bringing his lips closer to mine and I pushed up on my tiptoes. Our lips connected and I could feel my stomach flutter. Every kiss with him felt like our first kiss all over again.

I put my hands on his hips and pushed myself closer to him. He took it as an opportunity to deepen the kiss as our mouths parted and our tongues met. I was back in our own little world and never wanted to leave but all too soon, we heard a throat clear and he pulled back. He looked down at me sheepishly and slid his hand down my arm to grab my hand.

The driver was still standing next to the car with the door open and I blushed slightly before getting into the car. About twenty minutes earlier, I would have died if we had the same audience.

Edward helped me into the car and slid in behind me as the door closed. Our timing couldn't have been more perfect because as soon as the door shut there was a flash of light that I thought was lightning. I settled back into the soft leather seats as the car drove me home. We were both quiet as I reflected on everything that had happened since I got to London. It had barely been five days and I couldn't wait to find out what else this trip had in store for me.


A/N: Thank you to all of my regular reviewers you mean the world to me and I look forward to your reviews every chapter, I'd name you all but as I said at the top I'm running late for work to get this to you!

* So funny story about this chapter, no I've never done it in an alley before. But how many of you watched the relief for Haiti telethon that was on awhile ago? Ya, well Rob was on it and I was chatting with my beta and he came on the screen. I literally lost control of all my faculties. Then I proceded to laugh my ass off at my own stupidity. From that telethon this arose. I said if I ever met Rob I'd probably just lose it. Like no motor function, speech would be impossible, so on and so forth. I told my beta if I started to fall from loss of faculties Rob better catch me. She said he's too awkward and lanky and I was like you're so right, we'd both end up on the ground if that happened. Which then turned into a convo about street sex, and if that happens I hope someone is there to catch that on film because I'll want to remember that for the rest of time. Are you scared yet of my thoughts and obession? If not you should be. Anyways from there it was a natural progression to sex in an alley and there you go! Well it was natural in my brain. I'm sure the rest of you are ready to call the men in white to take me away to a heavily padded room.

-- Thank you's and lots of hugs and kisses go to my fic wife wytchwmn75 who helped pre-read this for me, she knows without her I'd be lost most days!

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Next chapter will be in about a week again and may or may not be sunshine and roses for these two. We shall see.