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

Authors note: These chapters seem to be getting longer and longer! But I'm still aiming for under 2000 anywho, enough from me, it's date time! This chapter is dedicated to my lovely friend SkittlesShaw, who was also my 100th review on this story!

I stepped out of the elevator to meet Edward. I looked straight ahead and could see him by the revolving doors. He had his back to me but I knew that 'I'm trying to be a rockstar' hair anywhere. His hands were buried in the pockets of his black pants. He was wearing a warm looking jacket, something I hadn't thought of bringing.

I nervously stepped up to him and tapped his shoulder once. He turned around and greeted me with a sparkling smile, flashing his white teeth.

"Good evening, Bella," He smiled, "I'm glad you could come,"

I couldn't find any words, I nodded and smile, a squeaky "mmhm" may have escaped.

"Shall we go?" Edward chuckled, maybe at me. I felt like so far I was behaving much like a teenage girl.

I coughed.

"Yes, lets," I agreed and followed him outside in the cool, London air.

"I thought we'd get the tube to Westminster rather than a cab, people are still getting out of work and it's horribly busy," Edward told me, moving his hand to press against the small of my back while we walked.

"The tube? That's like our subway right?" I checked.

Edward laughed.

"You're such a tourist, Swan,"

"I'm glad I amuse you," I mumbled, a little embarrassed.

I think Edward must have sensed my shyness, as while we walked, he leant down and pressed his lips to my temple in a firm kiss.

"C'mon, we'll be there in no time," He grinned and led me down the steps into the underground station.

-BS-

Edward was nice enough to pay for my travel ticket and within ten minutes we were walking along the banks of Westminster. There were a few other tourist looking people around and if I looked over the wall, there were several people on a boat going down the River Thames.

We stopped outside of the Houses of Parliament, I could see the London Eye in front of me, it wasn't exactly hard to miss. Edward was being an attentive tourguide, making sure I didn't miss a thing. It was growing increasingly difficult to pretend that we only went as far as collegues and maybe friends at a stretch... The truth was, Edward Cullen seemed pretty perfect. Pretty perfect in every department. He was polite, trusting, attentive, great kisser and he could put a condom on his dick in public without getting caught.

Not that putting a condom on quickly is a vital factor if I was choosing a potential... lover... man type friend.

I was tilting my head up to look at Big Ben when Edward's arms round my waist, sliding them around me from behind. He was like my leaning post. It was nice.

"You should let me take a photograph of you here," Edward suggested.

"Why?"

"To remember your trip," He paused, "Who knows when you might be back," His voice lowered with a sad tone to it.

I decided not to say anything, I looked down at the ground and pondered Edward's words. I fished around in my bag for my camera and slid away from his loose hold on me, putting the camera in his hand as I did so.

"Okay," I smiled and stood in line with the mahoosive clock and the Houses of Parliament.

Edward chuckled and told me to say cheese, I offered him the middle finger instead but he politely declined. I smiled, three seconds later I had a photograph I actually quite liked.

I balanced on the spot from foot to foot, trying to find some relief from my boots. Edward raised an eyebrow.

"Constipated, Swan?" He laughed heartily. I nudged him in the arm with a fake expression.

"My feet hurt," I whined and pouted. Edward chuckled and looked over at the London Eye and then at poor little me.

Just then, Edward stood in front of me and bent down.

"Climb on, Princess Swan,"

"What?"

"Come on, your feet hurt, so I'll carry you and massage them later," He said very matter-of-factly.

I slid my arms over his shoulders and around his neck gently. Quicker than I knew, his strong hands were gripping my thighs and he pulled me up, holding me securely against him and walked to the crossing.

"Don't drop me," I begged.

Edward just managed to turn his head so our eyes met, he was... oh god he was smirking.

"Shame, if I did, I could play doctor," His eyebrows wiggled, making me snort out in laughter and I buried my face in his shoulders.

-BS-

Just as we reached the queue, Edward started to purposely bounce me while he walked.

"What are you doing?" I giggled.

"Me? Oh just imagining what it'd be like if you were facing me instead and today was Wednesday instead of Sunday," He replied, innocently.

I grinned to myself.

"Mr Cullen, are you fantasizing about having sex with me?"

I wondered if I could strategically move my foot, tease him with a little friction. However instead, I found myself being gently lowered to the floor and Edward's arm back around my waist, pulling me into his side as we walked together up the ramp to our final destination. He handed over the tickets and the furry faced dude inspected them.

"Just a couple of minutes until your pod is ready, Sir,"

Our pod?

It made me chuckle thinking that the glass thing that we'd be sitting in was called a pod. You say pod, I think peas!

Moments later, we were escorted into the glass pod. There was a long bench running through the middle of it. Displayed on it was an ice bucket and two champagne flutes. I looked at the pod next to us, it was filled with people. I heard the pop on the cork of the champagne bottle and turned to Edward.

"Where's everyone else?" I asked.

"Everyone else?" He repeated. I pointed the pods either side of us.

"Oh. I paid for us to have what they call a VIP pod. We're alone and get to share champagne," He looked at me worriedly. Like I wouldn't approve. It was actually a relief.

We were shut in our little enclosure and the big wheel type contraption started to move. Edward rose to his feet and walked towards me, I took the glass of bubbly that he offered.

"A toast?" He suggested.

"What are we toasting?"

Edward looked thoughtful.

"To working together?"

He shook his head.

"A little I suppose," He raised his glass a little, "To friends reunited,"

"Friends reunited," I agreed and our glasses clinked together gently.

I took a sip of the cold alcohol and felt it glide down my dry, nervous throat. The entire time Edward and I just stared at each other. It almost felt as if we were staring into each others souls.

I finally managed to pull my gaze away from those beautiful green eyes and I bravely walked to the side of the pod, looking out at London.

It was breathtaking.

Covered in lights. The buildings were nothing like New York but it was still incredible, a different kind of incredible. I saw lights along the river's edge, highlighting the Thames to me. London looked far prettier in the dark.

I shivered a little and Edward came up behind me and draped his jacket over my shoulders. Without a word, I instinctivly pulled it comfortable and leant against him.

"Thank-you," I whispered.

"You're welcome, Bella," He stayed behind me. I willed for his hands to touch me somewhere. Anywhere.

"So, tomorrow's the big day," He stated. There was a certain tone in his voice that I was unsure about.

"Yeah... are you coming down to the set?"

Edward sighed softly, our bodies were in such close proximity that I could feel his arm lifting. No doubt he was combing his fingers through his hair.

"No, I don't think I can," He responded.

I turned around and leant against the metal rail, looking up at Edward curiously. Sure enough, his fingers were just leaving his hair and sliding down his face in what seemed like distress.

My heart sank at his pain.

"Why not?" I wondered vocally.

"I don't think I can stand in a room and watch you..."

"You've seen my films," I interjected.

"Not a whole one," Edward corrected me to my surprise, "Just clips to check that you really were who I thought,"

"Oh,"

Emmett had clearly no idea what he was talking about when he mentioned Edward locking himself in his room.

Then out of the blue, Edward blurted:

"Bella, I can't stand in a room and watch other men touch you when it should be me!"

I inhaled a deep breath and knocked back my champagne.

Was I ready for this?

"I can't watch my brother's kiss you, touch you, fuck you," He continued.

"Edward, it's just a job, and on Wednesday it will be you,"

"Yes it will. But not in the way it should be,"

Edward stepped closer to me again. His fingers swept my hair over my shoulder, causing his jacket to fall and I shivered in surprise. My knees started to bend for it when Edward pressed his fingertip to my lips.

"Don't,"

I said nothing.

"Bella, don't tell me you didn't feel it when I kissed you the other day, and don't tell me you haven't been thinking about everything constantly because I kissed you... just,"

Edward's eyes closed, his face was edging ever closer to mine. I could smell his deep aftershave, our noses were touching...

I closed my eyes and without hesitation, my arms round their way around his neck, pulling him down to me in preparation.

Our lips tenderly touched.

Edward Cullen was heaven.

**squeaks**