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

Authors note: Apologies in the lack of updates in this story over the last week. I was concentrating on updating my other WIP 'It takes two to teach love' and real life is starting to kick my butt as I finish my college classes in two weeks so please bare with me on this story. Sorry for the lemony cliffie in the last chapter, I simply didn't want to make it too long a chapter. Enjoy!

"This would just be a memory neither of us would keep,"

It would be a memory embedded in my mind forever, for the right and the wrong reasons but for tonight, I would simply try and enjoy my final moments with my childhood friend, Edward Cullen.

"You're so beautiful, Bella,"

Edward's fingertips lightly brushed my bare arms, I swear every fine hair stood up on end. I was tense, I could tell that much.

"Relax, Bella," He whispered.

I turned around to face him, my eyes were in perfect line with his toned chest. He really was perfect, he wasn't pink and sore anymore. He was just my Edward.

I travelled my eyes up to meet his. There was so much emotion in his deep, green eyes that stared into my soul like no other. I couldn't even see myself in the way Edward had done.

Edward smiled crookedly at me and tucked strands of my hair behind my ear. His smile was enough to tell my head and heart what it needed to know: I wanted this. I wanted him. I had to forget about that fucking camera and enjoy my final night with Edward.

"May I undress you, Isabella?" He asked politely.

I stammered, "Um, yes,"

Edward's hand left my hair and with his fingertips, he traced my neckline, skimming the material around the bust of my top. I shivered enough for Edward to notice.

"Are you okay?"

I nodded.

"A little nervous," I admitted.

"Me too," He chuckled and slid his arms around my slender waist, pulling my body tight against his.

I initiated our kiss. He'd been getting closer and closer, every second was like a minute of anticipation. He was gentle and romantic, I found myself smiling against his lips and a quiet laugh escaped him between kisses. His hands began to grip my waist tighter, pushing as much heat into the kiss as he possessed. He gently sucked my lower lip between his own, letting it go with a quiet pop.

I needed this man so much it was starting to hurt.

We tangled our tongues in a web of hot, passionate kisses. Edward slid my shirt up my body, the palm of his hand brushing against my stomach as he did. Eventually I tore myself away from him. I lifted my arms and the top was tugged over my head and thrown aside.

I watched Edward look down at me almost curiously. His hands travelled down my arms until he reached my elbows, then he touched the swell of my breasts, his thumb feeling out the lace material of my bra.

"This is nice," He murmured, now brushing his thumb over the hardened peak forming against the lace.

"I thought you'd like it,"

Both of Edward's hands cupped my breasts, squeezing them gently in his hands. His palm was flat against my pert nipples. He flicked his fingers over each one, teasing me until my body tingled. I covered my hands with his, entwining our fingers and I walked backwards until my legs hit the foot of the bed, pulling Edward with me. He walked towards me with his crooked grin and an excited twinkle in his eye.

Edward was teasing my lips with his, switching between chaste kisses and sucking on my tongue while he hooked his fingers into the band of my jeans and his thumbs rubbed gentle circles on my skin. It tickled to begin with, until he applied more pressure and it was as if he was massaging me. I wished this man had more hands.

I placed both of my hands upon his pectorals. I gradually dragged my hands down Edward's chest, my fingers feeling out every detail on his body. I touched three scars close to Edward's navel, something I hadn't noticed the other night. I gazed at his body with intrigue.

"Keyhole surgery," He chuckled quietly.

I nodded and my hands continued their journey. I was concentrating so much at the perfection stood in front of me, I hardly noticed Edward slide down the straps of my bra. Past the little trail of hair that started below his navel. Edward kept himself perfectly trimmed. There was nothing better than a ma... I liked that Edward took care of himself.

I grabbed Edward's belt buckle, the other hand just slightly touched the tent in his jeans. It didn't stop a small grunt escaping him.

"Shit, Bella," He chuckled and sucked in a breath.

Edward's hand slid around my back, effortlessly unclasping my bra. The straps fell the remainder of their way down my arms and onto the floor.

I slowly pulled the leather belt out of it's buckle, loosening the jeans and then tugged the zip down. The denim pants fell instantly and I was met with the delightful sight of Edward's cock twitching in his Calvin Kleins. I looked up when I heard Edward laugh.

"How did my asking permission to undress you, turn into you undressing me?" He asked and used his grip on my waist to sit me on the bed.

"I guess I couldn't help myself... you're beautiful," I whispered.

"Men aren't beautiful, Bella," He smiled and shook his head.

"You are," I reached my hand forward, burying it in the birds nest mess of hair that was on his head. Tangling my fingers between strands and lightly tugging in my bid to bring Edward closer to me.

Our lips molded together like mesh and I leant back, I was kissing Edward needily. I needed to feel his warm body on mine. He oblidged happily. If I looked ever so briefly, I could see one hand supporting his weight beside my head, the other was wriggling me out of my tight pants.

I was trying to think of our current position, the camera had a clear view of my feet and Edward's back and ass. I kicked my pants off at my feet, my legs naturally parting as I pushed the material from the bed. My mind was away from the camera and all on Edward the moment I felt his cotton covered member touch my lace covered sex.

My womanhood was practically dripping, I could feel it. Edward rubbed himself against my underwear, causing some quite delightful friction. I whimpered as our mouths continued their frantic assault on one another.

I was at a loss when Edward suddenly stopped kissing me. Though moments later I was gasping his name with desire. Feeling his hot breath when his lips closed around a tender nipple, lapping at the hard bud with his tongue, occasionally suckling. He was a gracious lover, switching between breasts, showering them with equal attention. Every muffled moan was still audible to me.

"Need... so... bad," He groaned, rubbing himself against my thigh to find some relief.

The ache between my own legs was building, I had no doubts that Edward was fantastic at foreplay, but I needed something.

I reached down between us, pulling at Edward's boxers with my hand. I eventually used my foot to shimmy the stupid things off and felt his cock spring to life and hitting my mound with a gentle thud.

Without hesitation, I wrapped my small hand around him, gently moving in slow strokes. Edward buried his face into my neck, almost growling when I touched him. His hands fumbled with the waistband of my lingerie, pushing them down as quickly as he could until they fell off at my ankles.

My hand pumped in a steady rhythm, Edward's hips moving against my hand. The tip of his cock very nearly pushed inside me several times.

Edward moved in time with me, I was easily able to encourage him to come a little closer to me. I squeezed my fingers gently around his cock, sliding my thumb over the engorged head, spreading the bead of moisture forming there. I gave one or two more strokes before I released my grip and it was like Edward knew instantaneously, he knew what he needed and what I was ready for.

"Now," He groaned.

I moaned with approval and seconds later, Edward sheathed himself inside me with ease.

Edward was reasonably well endowed and feeling him fill me to the hilt made my entire body flutter to heaven and back. He stayed still for a few seconds, taking deep breaths.

I never wanted to forget this feeling.

I reached my arms behind me, gripping the squashy pillows intending to use them as leverage. Edward held onto my hips and I could barely move. His fingernails dug into my skin, but not enough so it was painful. He withdrew almost completely before thrusting forward again, I could feel my walls envelope his manhood tightly.

"Fuck, Bella. How do you... Shit, you feel so good," He groaned, trying to string his sentence together.

"So do you," I whispered breathlessly just as Edward found a pace we were both comfortable with.

Each thrust of Edward's hips, every time I felt his cock leave my body slightly before filling me again, heightening my every sense.

I bent both of my legs and wrapped them loosely around Edward's waist. I heard him let out a low chuckle and prop himself up on his elbow, using his free hand to hold on tight to my ankles. Edward's lips nipped and sucked at my collarbone, he was gradually building his rhythm.

I thought about telling him to stop, telling him to change positions. But when I opened my mouth, nothing but cries of pleasure came out. I couldn't stop myself. A coil of tension tightened in my stomach, my release threatening to spill any second.

"Edward!" I breathed.

"Bella! Oh god, Bella!" He groaned into my neck.

With each of Edward's continuing thrusts, I finally bucked my hips up in time with him. Every movement, he felt as if he was pushing impossibly deeper inside me until Edward's movements became rough and frantic. His own body almost seizing up.

"Kiss me," Edward demanded with a throaty growl.

Our lips only just touched when we both fell apart and let go of every emotion held in our being. I felt Edward's cock throb and his release spill. Our hot, clammy bodies writhed and ground together through our climax. Edward and I were a heavy breathing, body spasming, orgasm tingling mess.

Minutes passed and Edward rolled off my body. We didn't remain apart for long before I snuggled into Edward's side, breathing in the mixed scent of his cologne and myself. We were both happily settled in that post sex, breathless, giggly moment. Edward kissed my head repeatedly.

We clambered under the duvet and cuddled, remaining this way until Edward went quiet. I assumed he was asleep. I watched his chest gently rise and then fall, he snored ever so softly that it was almost like a lullaby and my own eyes almost closed.

Then I remembered the fucking camera.

I slid out of bed quietly and tiptoed butt naked to the camera, pulled away the sweater that I used to conceal it from Edward's vision and switched it off.

I thought I should probably check it.

The thought made my stomach lurch.

Instead I looked at the sleeping figure in my bed and our pile of clothes on the floor. I smiled at the sight of them and our night was already playing over in my head like film.

I imagined every kiss, every touch and caress and could feel like he was doing it all over again.

I stuffed the video camera under the bed and looked at my nightstand.

My flight tickets for tomorrow were in an envelope on there.

I gazed at Edward and sighed to myself.

I couldn't imagine myself getting on the plane and leaving the experiences I'd shared with him behind. I wasn't ready.

I slid back into bed with Edward and as if he automatically knew, his arms wrapped around my slender body tightly.

"I wanna take you to the airport tomorrow," He mumbled sleepily.

"I'd like that," I whispered.

Shortly afterwards, I fell asleep.

Psst... anyone find a clue in that chapter?

Just wondering.

Until next time

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