A/N: Hi out there. I'm glad you're back for the last chapter in 2013. Do you all have plans to do something fun tonight?

There's not much to say about this chapter other than it's really hot — and long. I'm sure you'll like it.

Once again, I want to shout out a loud "thank you" to my betas evelyn-shaye and EdwardsMate4ever. I love you, ladies. You're doing such a great job. I also want to thank my prereader Vampgirl79 and very one who reviews regularly. You're all giving me so much support.

Now, go on and enjoy chapter 16.

Disclaimer: Twilight's not mine. But I'm very glad SM lets me play with it.

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Chapter 16 – Do you trust me?

"Hey, beautiful. How was your night out with Alice?" Edward's velvety voice sounded out of my cell phone.

I smiled to myself as I answered, "Hey, handsome. It started out with an interrogation about the time we were missing Friday night, then Alice shared her thoughts about dating you if Jasper doesn't propose to her in time. But the rest of the evening was actually nice."

I heard his wonderful laugh on the other end of the line. "Unfortunately, I have no intentions to change anything about my current dating situation. I have all my needs covered right now. So, sorry, but Alice has to stick with Jasper." He sounded amused and very happy.

"How was the boy's night out?"

"The usual. The game, a few beers, and of course, I had to give them some answers about Friday night, too." It was strange how natural it felt to just chat with him about nothing in particular. "But Emmett's on a plane to Chicago right now, and I wanted to ask you what you were doing tonight."

I didn't know what he had planned, but whatever it was, I was game. "Nothing so far."

"Great. Would you like to come with me and watch Skyfall? I mean, since we missed it on Wednesday." His tone was careful. He probably remembered the last time I'd freaked out on him when I'd thought he was asking me out.

Although this could easily qualify as a date, I didn't have to think twice about it this time. We had made the nature of our relationship — or should I say friendship — clear, and there was no reason to say no.

"Of course. Where and when?"

I thought I heard a relieved exhale before he answered my question, and had to keep myself from laughing. "The movie starts at eight-thirty. I'd say I pick you up at seven, and we'll grab a burger before."

"Sounds like a plan. See you tonight," I said with an enthusiasm I didn't really understand, and hung up.

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Since it was going to be a casual night out with a friend, I didn't dress up. Although there had so far not been any occasion when I met Edward and didn't feel the magical erotic tension between us, and I was definitely hoping the evening would end in one bed or another, it would have looked strange, going to a diner and a movie theater dressed up in sexy club attire.

So, instead of a skirt and heels, I decided to wear blue skinny jeans, a tight, dark blue v-neck sweater, and my beloved black Converse. I completed the outfit with a white scarf decorated in a pattern of small, dark blue flowers to hide my hickey. My hair was down and fell in loose waves over my shoulders.

When I opened the door, I was surprised to find that Edward had opted for an outfit matching mine — blue jeans, a blue shirt and sneakers.

"Hey, beautiful. Are you ready to go?" he asked as a greeting while he embraced me gently.

As usual, his touch set my whole body on fire, and I wanted nothing more than for him to throw me on the bed and do whatever he wanted with me. But instead of making a move on him, I decided to play it cool.

"Hi, Edward. Yes, I'm ready." I grabbed my jacket and locked the door behind me.

"Was Alice's interrogation very bad?" he asked as he started his Volvo and pulled out of his parking spot.

I frowned for a second, remembering our slightly embarrassing conversation. "She wanted to know where we were. Since my neck made it kind of obvious what we were doing." Again my hand reached for said spot, kind of caressing the dark-blue bruise.

"I'm very sorry about that," he said. His brows furrowed in what looked like true remorse.

I waved him off. "Nevermind. It's a nice change. I've never sported a hickey before in my life," I said nonchalantly.

"And I've never been so careless that I left one. I must have been very distracted." He smiled a brilliantly wicked smile. "To make up for it, how about you give me one, too, next time?"

I chuckled once before I answered. "You don't have to offer twice. I've always wanted to do that."

A few minutes later, Edward pulled into the underground parking lot that belonged to the movie theater. After he bought two tickets for James Bond, we walked a few yards to a diner down the street.

"What was that earlier about Alice wanting to date me?" he said with a laugh as soon as we had ordered our burgers.

"It was a stupid joke. She just had to vent about her frustrations waiting for Jasper to propose. By the way, you wouldn't happen to know anything about that?" I asked, taking a sip of my Coke the waitress had just brought.

He looked as innocent as a toddler who was caught with his hands in the cookie jar. "Me? Why would I know anything about that?" He sure as hell couldn't fool me.

"Because I overheard you and Jasper talking about jewelers the other day." I looked him in the eye, waiting, trying to coax the secret out of him.

He sighed theatrically. "Then there's no use in denying it, huh? Jasper bought a ring last week. On Thanksgiving, he's going to ask her father's permission. Then, on Christmas or New Year's Eve — he hasn't decided yet — he'll ask her. But you can't tell her," he said lowly. He stared intently at me, seemingly worried about letting me in on the secret.

"Of course not. I wouldn't spoil the surprise." Alice was my best friend, and I would never ruin that very special moment for her.

The waitress came serving our burgers, interrupting our conversation for only a few seconds.

"Speaking of Thanksgiving, what are you doing next Thursday?" Edward asked before taking the first bite.

"I'll be in Forks, having dinner with Charlie and Sue, like every year. Why do you ask?" I raised my brow suspiciously.

He didn't look at me when he answered. "Just out of curiosity. I thought you might be in town and we could maybe have dinner together." He tried to make it sound like nothing, but I knew him well enough to see that he was disappointed.

"Won't you be in Chicago with your family?" I asked, totally surprised.

"No, I can't go. I have an important meeting on Wednesday, and I have to attend a dinner with a client Friday night. So I don't have enough time to fly to Chicago and back." He took another bite, trying not to show his feelings.

I felt my face fall. "I'm really sorry to hear that."

"Nevermind. I'll just order take-out and watch the game." He put a little bit too much effort into sounding cheery.

I started to speak without thinking about it twice. "No, you won't. You'll come with me to Forks. I'll call Sue tomorrow, saying I'll be bringing a friend." He was my friend, and I would be damned if I let him be alone, away from his beloved family, on Thanksgiving.

"Won't that be a little awkward?" he asked, suddenly insecure.

I attempted to seem more confident than I actually was. "No, it won't. Sue will understand. The only downside is, you'll have to sleep on the ancient couch in the living room. But I'll go to Forks Wednesday afternoon, and I'm coming back to Seattle Friday morning. So it will neatly fit into your schedule." Suddenly, I was excited to take Edward with me to celebrate with my family. It would definitely be a change from the usual kind of boring Thanksgiving routine we exercised every year.

"If it's no trouble … " he started, raising an eyebrow.

"No trouble at all. I'll pick you up Wednesday after work."

"No, if you invite me, then at least I'll drive. I'll be at your apartment Wednesday afternoon at four, if that's alright. You once told me it's a three-hour-drive to Forks, and I guess you want to be there in time for dinner." He was determined to do it his way. So, I didn't object.

After we had finished our dinner, we had enough time to stroll over to the movie theater at a leisurely pace.

"It was nice to meet your brother. I guess you were happy to have him around for the weekend," I commented as we left the diner.

Edward's face only showed the slightest amount of sadness. "Yes, it was. Back in Chicago, my family met at least once a week."

"That's nice. So, having Emmett here was a bit of a compensation for missing your parents?" I looked up to see his reaction.

He seemed to deliberate something before he answered me. "Yeah. But, to be honest, I was also happy to see him leave again." He smiled ruefully at this confession.

"Why is that? I thought you two were close?" Confusion must have been written all over my face.

"Having him there kind of messed up my routines," he stated with a half-smile.

After looking at my bewildered expression, he elaborated, "My bed was very cold and empty this weekend." His sparkling eyes gazed into mine.

"So was mine," I admitted, puzzled by the fact that I had said it out loud.

We reached the theater in time. Edward bought a big bucket of popcorn which he positioned between the two of us. The movie started just when we had taken our seats. It was a typical James Bond movie, apart from the fact that Daniel Craig cried. If Alice hadn't warned me about that strange detail before, I would have been very disturbed.

Throughout the whole movie, we sat next to each other, my hands in my lap while Edward's arm rested between us, ready for me to hold his hand if I wanted to but not forcing any contact.

Every now and then, our hands would meet in the popcorn bucket which had us smiling at each other each time.

The film was entertaining, but as usual, when Edward and I were together in the same room, electricity buzzed, and the tension rose tangibly.

After the credits were through, we left the theater, took the elevator down to the garage, and walked up to the Volvo. Just when Edward opened the passenger door for me, all of a sudden, he pinned me against the car, capturing my mouth in a fiery kiss. His soft lips locked with mine, and a second later, his eager tongue begged my mouth for permission to enter. Caught by the sudden wave of passion ripping through us, I complied without delay, my own fervent tongue meeting his halfway, starting a teasing swirl like both of us had been starving for months.

"I missed you this weekend. My brother's fun, but you're fun," Edward breathed against my skin as he broke away for air.

Wetness started to pool between my thighs in anticipation of the sort of "fun" we could be having later, and my center began to throb with desire.

"Remember, you wanted to make something up to me?" I suggested into our fevered lip lock.

"My place?" he choked out without leaving my mouth.

I just nodded. To my great dismay, he pulled away, waiting for me to get in the car, and closed the door. Then he sat down in the driver's seat. He turned to me, leaned over, and kissed me again for a long moment before we sped out of the garage.

Suddenly an idea hit me — something I'd always wanted to do. With a mischievous grin, I turned to Edward, placing my hand on his thigh, then moving north until I reached his crotch. Feeling his excitement there, I squeezed lightly, making him breathe out an aroused moan. Spurred by his reaction, I quickly unzipped him, slipped my hand inside his jeans and boxer briefs, and wrapped my fingers around his solid hard-on.

My grin widened as Edward's eyes popped wide open.

"Bella, if you want me to get you to my apartment in one piece, you should stop this." The effort it took him to make his words sound composed was obvious.

Shaking my head, I assured him, "I trust you. You're a good driver." I bent over, and without a moment's hesitation, licked his tip with my tongue. Oh, the taste of his cock combined with another tortured moan that escaped his throat turned me on and made my center ache with need.

"Bella." Edward's breath sped up. "You really shouldn't … "

Before he had the time to say another word, I wrapped my lips around his hardness and started to move my head down and up again in a slow, sensual rhythm.

"Oh my God. This feels so fucking good. Uh, you have to stop." He laid his right hand on my head and started to halfheartedly pull at my hair in an attempt to make me let go of him.

Determinedly ignoring his interferences, I let my mouth and tongue continue to pleasure his delicious dick. I took as much of him in my mouth as possible, before almost letting go and then slipping him in again.

After a few minutes, I noticed the car coming to a halt as Edward relaxed perceptibly. His hand that had been trying to stop me was now stroking my head gently while his moans became louder and more excited.

I removed my seat belt I had still kept buckled and turned to fully attend to the work at hand.

Now that his attention was completely on me and my ministrations, I increased the intensity with which I sucked him and let my tongue swirl around him. His taste and the feeling of his rock hard erection in my mouth made me crazy with desire.

"Oh, Bella, baby, yes, just like that, yes," Edward panted heavily, and a few seconds later, accompanied by "Ah, fuck, yes, oh yes," he released into my very willing mouth. As if I was dying of thirst, I swallowed his liquid eagerly, licking everything up to the last drop.

When I sat up straight again, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand, I couldn't hide the smug smile that was forming on my lips. "Sorry for the inconvenience, but I've always wanted to try this."

"Wait until we're upstairs. Then I'll show you what I've always wanted to do," he replied with a wicked grin.

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"Do you trust me, Bella?" Edward's husky voice purred into my ear as soon as we were inside his apartment.

"Yes, I do," I answered him lowly as the walls of my core tightened in anticipation. I hadn't thought about it before, but I trusted Edward more than I'd ever imagined trusting a man.

Skillfully, his hands untied the knot that held the scarf around my neck, and a moment later, my eyes were closed, the scarf tied around my head as a blindfold. The feeling of being blind, only relying on my other senses and completely at Edward's mercy, made my breathing ragged.

He stayed behind me, wrapped his arms around my waist, and started to guide me to the bedroom. I had spent enough time in this apartment to at least find my way to every room without my sense of sight.

"You're panting, Bella. Tell me, have you ever done this before?" I could definitely hear the arousal in his voice.

"No," I choked out. And I wouldn't have, considering the lack of trust with everyone else. So many things I did with Edward were a first for me. "But I've fantasized about it."

He chuckled lightly right next to my ear. His warm breath washing over my sensitive skin caused goosebumps to spread all over my body. "Then I'll do my best to live up to those."

I heard the bedroom door close behind us quietly before Edward's lips planted a soft kiss on my neck, just below my right earlobe. I felt that my remaining senses were greatly heightened by my loss of sight. His mouth and tongue that made a slow trail down my neck felt like the sweetest caress I'd ever received. He put his hands on my shoulders and gently turned me to face him as his lips continued to nibble my throat.

"Raise your hands up in the air," he requested as his hands grabbed the hem of my sweater. I complied at once, and he proceeded to undress my upper body by pulling the sweater over my head.

As my hands came back down again, they landed in the center of his chest. Without wasting any time, my fingers started to slowly unbutton his shirt. When the last of them was undone, Edward shrugged his shoulders, and the shirt fell down. In my state of blindness, I even heard it touch the ground.

After that part was done, my hands returned to his now bare chest, resting there for a moment before I let them slowly wander down to his stomach, my fingertips savoring the wonderful feeling of his warm, soft skin.

By instinct, I leaned over, and after planting a careful kiss in the center of his chest, my lips kissed their way to the left until they found his nipple. One of Edward's hands went to the back of my head to weave through my hair while the other one touched my hip and pulled me close to him.

My tongue began to draw small, wet circles around the erect little bud. His body stiffened in response and he made a quiet moaning sound. My hands grabbed the waistband of Edward's jeans as he stroked up and down my bare back. Concentrating intensely on what I was doing, I unbuckled his belt, opened the button and zipper and pulled the garment down to his ankles. Aware of my slight incapacitation, Edward bent down, took off his shoes and socks and stepped out of his pants.

Standing in front of me again, he mirrored my actions, stripping me of my jeans as well. Unable to see anything, I felt every inch of my skin that was being bared. As soon as I had climbed out of my pants, Edward stood up straight again. The heat emanating from him warmed my entire front. His hands around my waist, he pulled me close until my bra touched his upper stomach.

I felt his breath on my face intensifying as he leaned closer, before his warm lips finally touched mine. His fiery tongue trailed along my lower lip, causing me to open my mouth as my own tongue darted out to meet his. Not even my very first kiss had felt as exciting as this one. Our lips moved slowly but determinedly while our tongues did a passionate dance.

Without any haste, Edward's hands traveled upward, and in one movement unhooked my bra. Then he placed both hands on my shoulders and gently guided the straps down my arms.

As soon as they were free again, my hands found his boxer briefs and tugged at them so that they glided down to his feet. I made an attempt to go down on my knees to pleasure Edward with my mouth again, when his hands took my chin in a firm but gentle grip, holding me upright.

"No, no, no. This is all about you. At least for now," he said in a quiet, seductive voice as he took my hand and guided me over to his bed.

"Lie down," he requested the moment the back of my thighs touched the mattress. I did as I was told, sitting down first, then scooting to where I thought was the center of the bed. There I lay flat on my back.

I felt Edward's weight on the edge of the mattress, moving in closer before his hands were at my panties, got hold of the waistband and pulled them down unhurriedly.

On the way back up, he placed his hands on my ankles and very slowly let them glide up over my knees and thighs, my hipbones, then my stomach until they reached my breasts. I felt him hover over me, one leg between mine, his weight probably resting on his elbow.

"Hmm, baby, you have the most beautiful and delicious tits I've ever seen," his husky voice whispered thick with lust before his slightly parted lips brushed first over my left then my right nipple. As a result, my whole body shivered lightly while wetness started to flow free from my very ready center.

The next thing I felt was Edward's teeth gently biting my nipple. I gasped in response, followed by a deep groan as he started nibbling leisurely. His right hand cupped my left breast, his fingers pinching the tip. After a moment, he started to suck on the one side and squeezing harder on the other. These sensations alone, heightened by the deprivation of my sense of sight, almost made me come.

Before too long, Edward's lips left as his hands moved south again, leaving a hot trail in their wake. Slowly stroking my thighs, they finally arrived at my knees, pushing them apart determinedly.

I felt the air touch my sex as I was lying in front of Edward, waiting for him to act out his ideas.

The second his fingertip swept over my very sensitive folds, he asked with amusement as well as arousal in his voice, "Do you like your fantasy so far?" Although I had been anticipating his touch, I was startled when I finally felt it. Again, I was close to coming undone by that alone.

"Hmmm," I moaned way too loudly for my overactive ears. "Oh, yes."

He chuckled wickedly as his finger moved in small circles at my entrance. "I noticed. And I love to see you like that. Naked, at my disposal, and waiting for me to make you come."

He removed his finger to put his hands on my knees once again, holding them down. A moment later, I felt his hot tongue lick along my cleft.

"You taste so fucking good," he groaned, then he slowly but purposefully started to lick my peak. Deprived of my sight, I acutely felt every millimeter he addressed. First, he drew small circles, causing hot waves to run up and down my body. All the while, his thumbs held my lips spread wide open for his mouth to work its miracles. Then he stopped circling to lap his tongue over my bud, always upwards, then stopping and upwards again.

Incapacitated by this whole sensory overload, my arms had been resting on the sides of my body the whole time. But as my moans became louder and eventually shifted to pants, my fingers found their way to Edward's soft hair, grabbing a few strands.

Then, all of a sudden, he slipped one, no, two of his long, elegant fingers inside me, starting to push them back and forth again while his ravenous mouth began to suck my clit hard.

"Oh my God, yes, Edward, please, don't stop," I whispered huskily as my hands held his hair in a tight grip, pulling his head closer to my aching center.

My whole body seemed to consist only of my loins at that point. I felt nothing other than Edward's fingers pounding my center and his mouth trying to suck my peak in as deep as possible. Before too long, I felt everything around me disappear as a wave of pure pleasure washed over me. I trembled violently while I was experiencing one of the most impressive orgasms of my life.

I panted heavily, and my eardrums almost burst with the noises that came out of my own throat.

When my muscles stopped contracting frantically, Edward let go of me for now. I noticed that he bent to the side, and as he came back to hover over me, I thought I heard a condom wrapper being ripped open.

A moment later, I felt his ready cock positioned at my entrance. But instead of thrusting inside, Edward moved his hips, letting his tip glide to one side and then to the other side, brushing my throbbing sex every time.

I sighed loudly in deep frustration. At this point I wanted, no, I needed him inside me badly. His attempts at delaying the final act were simply torture. Although I couldn't see him, I knew there was an evil grin on his beautiful face right now.

Right then, I was so desperate to feel him that I wasn't too ashamed to beg. "Edward, please, just fuck me, now. The suspense is killing me."

"Oh, baby, when you ask so nicely, who am I to refuse." With these words, he slid his length inside me, achingly slowly. My very moist walls expanded to accommodate the intruder.

"Oh, yeah," I choked out. He felt so right where he was.

Then he started to move his hips, thrusting his hardness deep inside me. His lips were on my throat, all of a sudden, while my arms were around his neck, anchoring myself to him. Our bodies were covered by a sheen of sweat while his hips slammed against my body faster and harder. His hands that had been holding my shoulder blades glided down my sides until they rested on my ass, lifting me off the mattress.

"Ahh, oh my God. That feels so good," I moaned out at the new sensation of him thrusting into me at the changed angle. "Deeper," I added before he picked up speed and force, driving me over the edge before I had realized that a climax was coming.

"Yeah, baby, come for me, oh yes," Edward panted as my mind blanked out, and I felt nothing but fireworks exploding in every part of my being. Almost drowned out by my own ecstasy, I very distantly heard Edward pant faster, letting out a stream of profanities as he came, too.

A few moments later, I felt his warm, gentle lips on mine, his tongue nudging mine tenderly in a passionate but affectionate lip-lock. Finally his hands removed my blindfold, and as my eyes freed themselves from the blur, I looked into his beautiful, sparkling green eyes.

"You forgot something," Edward said mischievously. My mind was still too consumed with my post orgasmic bliss to focus on whatever he could be talking about.

Seeing the confusion on my face, he grinned even wider. "You wanted to give me a hickey."

"Oh, that." I deliberated for a moment, then decided it wouldn't really be that much fun if I were to do it now, totally out of context. "I think we better postpone that. I don't think my father would be very amused to meet my good friend who shows visible signs of recent sexual activity. And I doubt the bruise would be gone by Thursday."

He faked disappointment. "Okay, then we take a rain check."

He rolled off me to lie on his back, and pulled me with him, my head resting on his chest.

"Do you have to work early tomorrow? Or can you stay?" The question sounded nonchalant, but I knew that we both wanted me to stay over.

"No, my first appointment is around noon. I'll take a taxi," I said as I snuggled closer to Edward.

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When my mind slowly regained consciousness, I felt that my limbs were in desperate need to be stretched. As I did so, I noticed that something was off. I was not in my bed — not even in my apartment. But that alone was not a problem. I knew where I was. Just the fact that I seemed to be all by myself in this big, comfortable bed I knew quite well by now somehow felt wrong.

The curtains were still drawn so the room was rather dark. My hand reached out, touching the other half of the bed, which appeared to be empty. Then, on the pillow I felt something, a piece of paper as it seemed. I turned around to light the lamp in the nightstand.

Good morning, beautiful,

Sorry that I left without a word but it was still early, and you were looking so cute cuddled up in my bed that I didn't have the heart to wake you. Please, feel at home and help yourself to anything you want or need.

Talk to you later.

Bye

E.

After rereading the message twice, I reluctantly got out of bed and went to take a shower in this apartment I already — misleadingly — felt too much at home in.

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A/N: I have to admit that I haven't seen Skyfall myself, but my hubby has, and everything I wrote about it came from him.

What do you think? Bella invited Edward to go home with her for Thanksgiving. How might that go? I'll only tell you that it will be fun as well as a little heavy. Here's a teaser:

… My dad narrowed his eyes at my friend, then eyed his out-stretched hand suspiciously before he shook it reluctantly, mumbling, "Well, oddly enough, we haven't heard anything about you until earlier this week." …

So, Charlie seems to be a little difficult. That will be interesting. See you next week. Happy New Year.