Disclaimer: All Twilight names, places and characteristics belong to the talented Stephenie Meyer. I just play with her toys.

Authors note: I bring you chapter twelve! I am trying not to make the chapters too long, but the words just keep coming! Enjoy!

Edward and I stumbled into my hotel room in fits of laughter. Edward rolled onto the bed, holding his stomach in laughter pain, I pushed the door closed with my ass and looked over at him. He was taking quick breaths, stemming his laughter, his tee-shirt had slid up his torso, revealing the subtle abs rippling his stomach. I inhaled a nervous breath of my own and Edward sat up a little, propping himself up on his elbows.

"You're damn lucky I've deflated downstairs, Swan," Edward teased, stuffing a hand into his jeans and pulling out the latex condom, I squeaked.

"Relax, I'm kidding!" He laughed and leant over the bed, throwing the 'half-used' condom in the trash. I wondered if Edward's sense of humour came from Emmett a little.

"That was kind of fun abck there though," He admitted, cheeky grin plastered on his face.

"Bet you wouldn't be saying that if your ass got arrested," I laughed, taking the few steps towards the bed.

"If I was going down, I'd be taking you right down with me, baby," Edward winked and my stomach flipped. I knew what he said was tongue in cheek but I found myself wanting to say "Sure, I'll go down with you anyday,"

"Thank-you for breakfast," I smiled.

Edward held up a hand as if to tell me it was no bother at all, he was happy to have brought us food. I sat down on the bed beside him and laid back, rolling onto my side so I could catch eye contact with him.

"Why do you do this, Swan?"

"What?" I asked, clueless.

"This porn thing, why do you do it?"

"Would you believe me if I said I enjoy it?" I shrugged.

"A little bit,"

"I'm not into the whole relationship thing, Edward. If I got into one, I wouldn't know what I was doing. Casual sex, fantasy sex, hardcore sex, good money and adoring fans, it beats risking getting hurt,"

My little speech had started confidently, as I continued, my words turned into mumbles and I was staring at the sheets, feeling the soft material of them between my fingers.

"You've never had a relationship?" Edward asked, surprised.

"Is that so shocking?" I looked up.

He pursed his perfect lips together and nodded a little bit.

"You're a beautiful girl, Bella. Who wouldn't want to be with you?"

"Is that a rhetorical question?"

Silence. He didn't answer me. Maybe I was supposed to answer his question?

"What about you? Ex-wife, girlfriends, an adorable but illegitimate child as a result of a high school fling?"

"None of the above," He told me, shuffling across the bed closer to me. I tried not to notice.

"No? Have you seen yourself in the mirror lately, Edward?"

I traced the fingertip of my index finger along his stubbled jawline, it didn't tickle, his skin felt perfect. When I reached that little part of his face between his jawline and ear, my hand found it's way into his hair, my fingers combed back his soft, untidy hair. I thought I could hear Edward humming contently and I smiled.

"How could you not have a girlfriend?" I asked, genuinely curious.

"Some guys wait for the right girl, Bella,"

"Don't tell me you're a virgin as well as a porn virgin?" I chuckled softly, moving my hand away.

Edward laughed heartily.

"No, no. I've dated, been with a few girls when I was in university. Just nothing real, you know?"

I knew.

We spent the next few hours chatting, relaying childhood stories and adolescent stories. Some of his childhood stories I could actually recall, it was a pleasant surprise. I learnt that Edward went to medical school for a while but dropped out when his Grandmother died.

"I'll go back," He insisted. "I just needed time out, my Mum took it badly, I wanted to look after her,"

He told me how Emmett and Jasper convinced him to do this film. They'd asked both of their girlfriends and spent a month begging Edward, told him it was an easy way to get laid after going with just his right hand for six months. It was only when Edward asked for more details to shut Emmett up, that my name was finally dropped. Edward felt he'd somehow got lucky.

"Seriously, Bella, no facebook or anything. You're the hardest penpal ever to find," He laughed.

"You mean you had others?" I exaggerated a gasp, pretending to be insulted.

Edward chuckled and put his hand to my face, brushing stray hairs behind my ear. The pad of his thumb brushed repeatedly across my temple. I slowly brought my face closer to his, our foreheads almost touching.

"One penpal, and she was the greatest... even if airmail is slow,"

A quiet, girly giggle escaped me. My shoulders shook gently, both of our bodies did until our heads touched together gently. He was warm.

"We should have discovered email," I whispered.

Both of us nodded together, I think it was Edward's doing.

"Yes, we should have," He agreed and closed his eyes.

Fuck, was he going to kiss me?

My eyes fluttered closed, Edward's lips must have parted, I could feel his hot breath on my face. It was making me dizzy.

I could feel his breath getting closer and closer...

Knock!

We scrambled apart, I sat in my pillows, the opposite end of the bed. Edward got up and pulled down his top with one hand, opening the door with the other.

It was Emmett.

"C'mon dude, put it back in your pants, we've got waxing appointments,"

I snorted. Edward turned round to me and looked alarmed.

"It's not that bad, trust me," I promised.

Emmett peeked into the room and slapped his little brother on the shoulder.

"Meet you downstairs. Hey B," He winked and left within moments.

Edward patted his pockets, making sure he had everything and then looked over at me, curled up on the bed.

"So I'll see you tomorrow night? The Eye?" He reminded, perhaps worried that I'd forgotten.

"I'll be there," I smiled and watched him leave.

He pulled the door closed himself, I was free to stay comfortable on the bed and totally confused about my feelings. This was a job, I never usually had time to get 'aquainted' with my castmates or fuck-toys as Eric often called them.

Edward was different.

Life in London was getting complicated.

Until next time

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