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[A/N] Welcome back to another episode of WTHN. We're nearing the end of this story and I'm grateful for all of you who take the time reading and reviewing my little soap aka fan-fiction.

This chapter here is dedicated to Koona. Hope you'll enjoy.

**Chapter 105**

Ali's POV

It was ridiculous to feel that kind of lonely when you were surrounded by so many people and yet I couldn't fight the painful longing inside of me. I missed Bella so desperately that every single second of time seemed to pass much too slowly.

"Ali, do you think we should buy pink or magenta for the scarfs?" Didyme asked me, writing down some notes on a tablet.

"Scarfs?" I repeated like a stupid parrot.

She chuckled slightly and twisted her hair that was now dyed into its previous reddish color into a knot at the back of her head.

"You are not really here with me are you?"

"I'm sorry," I stumbled out, pinching the skin on my wrist in an attempt to force me to concentrate on what I was doing right now.

"What do you want to know?"

"Firstly I need to know in which color you want to order the silk fabric for the scarfs and secondly…,"

Her voice turned suddenly a lot warmer when she continued.

"I would like to know if everything is alright with you. You seem to be terribly tensed all the time."

"It's nothing." I whispered, taking the pattern of cloth from the table in front of me in my hands to make a choice about the color.

"Ali, you can tell me if something is bothering you."

"But it's stupid." I confessed after a few awkward moments of silence.

"I miss home."

"You're lucky," Didyme stated, sipping on the glass of red wine in her left hand.

"Why?"

"You have someone waiting for you at home that you want to return to." There was a desperate longing in her voice that almost managed to bring tears to my eyes.

"Which color would you prefer?" I asked her, knowing that it would be a good idea to implicate her as much possible in the whole process.

"I don't really know. Maybe we should let the photographer make a few shots just to see how everything looks on skin."

I nodded my head and tried to force my mouth into a faked smile. It wasn't that I was looking forward to spend any time with James..

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"Sexy, aren't they?" James whispered, licking his lips greedily when he showed me the first pictures he had shot an hour ago. I had to admit that he was actually good at what he was doing behind the camera, not that it meant I would suggest working together with him permanently. James Hunter was firstly and above all a perverted asshole.

"The pictures are okay." I mumbled taking one of the photos in my hands to get a closer look at it.

"Would you like to have dinner with me tonight?" he asked suddenly, taking a step towards me. He wasn't very tall for a man but compared to my dwarf-like size he still seemed like a giant.

"Definitely not, James,"

"Why? Have you given up on eating all together like the models Didyme hired for the trip?"

"I do eat. I just don't want to have dinner with you."

"It's not that easy, trying to be nice to you, Ali." He mumbled, grabbing another tripod from the desk in front of him. For a split second his fingertips touched the bare skin on my forearm and I instantly shrugged back.

"Don't touch me!"

"Calm down. There is no need to be so ridiculously prudish."

"Why in heaven's name is it so difficult for you to accept a no?" I snarled at him, quickly standing up from the edge of the leather couch I had been sitting on.

"Like I told you before, Ali, I wasn't kidding when I told you that I like a passionate woman that is challenging me before she surrenders to my…charm."

"James, me surrendering to you is not going to happen until the day the fire of hell freezes to ice."

"That day may come way sooner than you think it will."

"Leave me alone. You're disgusting me. How can you manage to look into the mirror without throwing up at the sight of your reflection?"

He chuckled and twisted a wisp of his dirty blond ponytail around his fingertip.

"Are you so bitchy to m-e because you're still jealous that Vic chose me over you or is it that you have a problem with men in general? Did someone touch you immorally when you were a little girl?"

"You are…such a…damn it, there is no word that is evil enough for you."

I raised my hand and for a split second I wondered if it would make me feel better to see a trail of blood running down his scruffy chin.

"Vic still likes to talk about you a lot, usually when we're getting on it…," He whispered, running his thumb over his lower lip at the memory.

"I don't give a shit what your wife does or doesn't like to talk about."

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The hotel Didyme had chosen for us to stay in was beautiful and although the thought that one night inside here would probably cost way more than I earned in a month was somehow intimidating I enjoyed being surrounded by so much luxury.

Tiredly I kicked off my heels and cuddled into the pleasantly cold blankets on the bed. How much Bella would have loved this room…

The phone that was standing next to the bed started ringing and I almost managed to fall down on the ground when I grabbed the receiver.

"Hello?"

"I didn't wake you up, did I?"

"Bella! Oh god, it's so good to hear you voice."

"You sound tired. Didyme isn't making you work too hard is she?"

"It's okay, you don't have to worry." I assured her, lying back against the fluffy pillows.

"What are you doing right now?" she asked me and I heard the dog barking somewhere in the background.

"Getting ready to go to sleep, when I manage to bring up the energy to remove my make-up, it's not good for the skin to leave it on during the night."

"Let me guess, that's something Rosalie told you, isn't it?"

"Hmm,"

"I miss you, honey."

"Oh Bella, I miss you too, so much it hurts."

I sniffed and took deep breaths though my parted lips in an attempt to hold back the tears. It wasn't really working and a few moments later the first teardrops rolled down my face.

"Are you crying?" her voice sounded horrified now.

"No..," I croaked out hoarsely, wiping my running nose on the back of my hand.

"You've lied better before. That must be me rubbing off on you."

"I'm sorry. I know it's stupid to cry but I feel so alone without you by my side."

"I miss you too and I feel bad when I know that you are so miserable over there."

"Tell me you love me," I whispered, trying to keep more tears from falling. It wasn't good to get her so worried about me.

"I love you, Ali and I'm counting the hours till I can hold you in my arms again."

"I love you too. Next time I'm going on a trip like that I'm definitely insisting on you coming with me. You would love it here. Milan is so beautiful."

"You are beautiful. I really hope the little nudger is going to come after you."

"Can you do me a favor and hold the receiver to you belly for a moment?"

"Hmm,"

"Hi little baby," I whispered, make my voice sound cheerful and light.

"You have to do me a favor and take care of your mommy for me until momma comes back. Will you?"

Something gurgled in the background and I wondered if that actually was the baby, or probably Bella's stomach that was growling again.

"Do you want to talk to me again now?" Bella asked me after a few moments and I quickly nodded my head.

"Ali?"

"Sorry, I'm really tired. I don't sleep very well when you're not snoring next to me."

"When you come back to Seattle you can sleep for an entire day if you want to…although…,"

"Although what?" I asked her, having noticed the warm vibrant tone in her beautiful voice.

"I'm not sure whether I'm going to let you sleep at all when you come back. There are so many lovely things that I want to do."

"Do you miss me touching you?"

"Hmm,"

"Say it."

"Ali, I can't. I'm not that good with words when it comes to talking about sex."

My free hand moved down my stomach and circled over the flat skin for a moment until pulled my shirt up and rolled my thumb over the sensitive peaks of my breast.

"It's not that difficult. Try to image me being there with you. Where do you want me to touch you now?"

"On my breasts," she whispered so low that her voice was barely audible.

"I love touching them. They feel so warm and soft against my palms when I cup them in them. Can you, do me a favor and massage them for me?"

There was the rustling of clothes being removed far too quickly before I heard her moan lowly into the receiver.

"I can't believe that I'm actually doing this. It's so…so,"

"Arousing, isn't it? Move your thumbs over your nipples, make them hard for me."

"God, Ali, they are so fucking sensitive right now. I really wished that I could feel the tip of your tongue swirling over them."

"I'm going to do that when I come back to you but right now…I want you to wet your thumb and your forefinger and roll the hard nubs between them."

"I want to touch you so badly." she murmured, her breath coming out raggedly.

"Where? Do you want me to touch my breasts too?"

"Yes," she groaned and the husky sound of her voice sent a pleasant shiver of lust down my spine.

I pinched my nipples and imagined her warm mouth closing around the hardened tips, sucking it hungrily before grazing it gently with her front teeth.

"Move your hand between your legs,"

I obeyed instantly; thrilled that she seemed to develop a liking in this special kind of conversation.

"If I were with you I would move my fingertips up and down over the thin material of you panties."

"Oh Bella," I moaned into the phone, when I gently circled my fingers over the already damp fabric.

"Shove them down your legs. I want you completely bare down there so that I can caress every inch of your slick folds with my hand."

A low whimper left my throat when I dipped my fingers into my essence before I gently circled my coated fingertips over the throbbing pearl of my clit.

"I want to feel your tongue against my overheated flesh so badly. No one has ever managed to make me feel the way you do."

"Touch yourself for me, honey. Part your inner lips with two fingers and tell me how wet you are for me."

"So wet," her voice was nothing but a husky tremble and I felt the muscles in my stomach tightening almost painfully when I increased the tempo my thumb circled over my clit.

"Thinking about your tender tongue between my legs makes me so…so…oh god, Ali…I'm going to…oh Ali…,"

I shoved two fingers inside of me and curled them upwards as I breathlessly listened to the moaning and whimpering on the other side of the phone. God, how much I wished I could watch her face right now. Next time, I thought while my inner walls clenched and unclenched around my pumping fingers. Next time she'll feel that way you'll be with her again.

XOXXOXXXOXOXO

[A/N] I really would like to get some feedback on the phone-sex part. Did I do okay? That was the first time I wrote a lemon like that.

Until next time, take care ;-)