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Witfit prompt: Rush

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We sleep for another few hours before we're up and she checks her phone.

"Anything new and exciting? I ask, still in bed, my voice still raspy from sleep.

She she looks at me briefly and smiles shyly as she looks at her screen again, tapping away.

"Just my roommate. Wanted to know if I was alive."

I sit up against the headboard. I smile. Bella's all glowy- hair a sexy mess, wearing my shirt, legs stretching for miles, and the morning light casting a real fucking halo around her. See? She's really is an angel.

"C'mere," I say, gesturing for her to come back to bed, come back to me.

She smiles and places the phone down. When she crawls back to me she straddles my hips and rests her arms on my shoulders, hands in my hair... where the should be.

I groan and close my eyes in response to her fingers and she giggles.

"So are you in a rush at all today?" I say, finally coming to.

"No. My friends are planning a little Christmas Eve thing tonight, but I really don't want to go. I don't want to share you. I feel like I'll never have enough time with you." She kisses my lips lightly, resting her forehead against mine.

The fact that I do have to return to the States does loom over our heads but I try to put that away for now. I'm here, she's here. That's all that matters.

"Show me Paris." I request simply.

"Hmm. What do you want to see?"

"Whatever you want to show me. I'm yours until the second."

"Wow. Nine days. That's a lot of sight-seeing," she teases.

"Well, I really hope sight-seeing includes a lot more of seeing you naked."

She swats my arm playfully. She's embarrassed. Her blush blooms all over.

"Please. Please don't tell me you're still shy about this after last night."

"I'm not," she protests. I give her a knowing look. She sighs.

"Okay, maybe I am a little bit. But really, do you blame me? Just months ago I was freaking out that maybe I'd never have the guts to tell you how I felt or have you return those feelings. And here we are. It's just... a little surreal, you know?"

I wrap my arms around her waist, my hands splayed against her back as I bring her close- her body flush with mine.

"I love you. This is real. I was a complete dick for years, and I totally deserve you to kick me to the curb and tell me to fuck off after what I put you through all these years. I'm the luckiest son of a bitch anywhere."

She kisses me and I give in. We're consumed with each other again and I can't control myself when I feel her grind her hips against me.

We'll do sight-seeing... Later.

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A/N: Forgive the lies. I said I would update that night and I didn't. Truthfully, I was exhausted and fell asleep. And the weekend was a little rough.

I foresee maybe a few more chapters and an epi. As much as I love these two, I hate dragging the story for the sake of having more updates. I will end it where it seems natural. Yes? Good. ;)

Love you all for your continued support of this story. Until tomorrow ;)