Bella awakes feeling lighter than air and with a huge grin on her face. She's delighted to find it wasn't a glorious dream but actually a glorious reality, and she snuggles deeper into Edward's armpit. He murmurs appreciatively and tightens his arms around her. She's never slept so close to another human before and thinks she could get quite used to it. She takes a deep heady breath full of Edward. He smells so earthy, and fundamentally male and she can't quite get enough of it. She doesn't want to think too hard about how indescribably perfect last night was, simply because in a few days time they will both be going home and back to their own lives. She just wants to savour the time they do have and make the bloody most of it.

With that in mind, Bella reaches out her tongue and licks his nipple inches from her face. Edward responds by teasing her nipple between his fingers and jamming his hard cock against her stomach. She giggles as Edward lazily pulls her on top of him and passes her a condom. He hasn't even opened his eyes yet, although he is grinning from ear to ear. She slowly rolls the condom on him and leans over to place kisses all over his eyes, cheeks, nose and finally lips. Edward's hands are rubbing her thighs and he slips one finger inside her, whimpering into her lips at how wet she already is. She smiles back and is taken by surprise as Edward thrusts into her suddenly.

Edward opens his eyes as Bella sits up above him, his body thrust high into hers and wonders how he got so god damn lucky. She moves slowly at first and Edward loves being able to fondle her fine tits, but soon enough he has to hold her hips as he drives himself further and further into her. Her cries of building excitement and the feel of her hot pussy surrounding him would be enough for anyone, but coupled with the sight of her close to orgasm, sucking on her bottom lip, her head thrown back in ecstasy is more than he can take and he comes forcefully, acknowledging the exact moment Bella joins him.

Later Bella finally brings herself to slip away for a change of clothes. Edward is kissing her manipulatively and begging her not to go, and its only when she promises to wear her skimpy bikini to the beach does he let her. She walks the short distance to her room knowing she is beaming and not caring at all. Her smile falls however when she sees a note pinned to her door with her name on it.

Sorry Bella, hope you had fun. See you on the beach, much later!

Borrow anything you like from room 210

Love

Alice

Bella searches through her purse and realises that of course her room key is missing. Normally she would be infuriated by Alice's meddling ways, but today she was proud that she had such pushy friends. Even though they hadn't needed Alice's help last night, she was reassured by the thought that whatever happened, she would have spent another night with Edward.

Half an hour later, Bella was walking down to the beach cursing Alice and her brilliant plan. Rose had answered the door before she'd even knocked, meaning she was in on the whole thing too. Bella had completely vetoed the outfit Rose had picked out for her as all the sequins and tassels made her look like a Vegas showgirl, and had finally settled on her current attire, and even that had taken a great deal of persuasion. No matter how much she pulled at the tiny scrap of material trying to cover her breasts it still felt like she was exposing herself to all and sundry.

Alice was grinning like a Cheshire cat when they found her pretending not to watch Jasper as he was showing off his legendary kicking skills straight into a group of topless sunbathers.

'I'll go!' shouts Jacob excitedly as he legs it towards the girls now frantically doing up their tops. It really was like being back in Primary school.

'Good night?' Alice asks as Bella tries to sit down without giving herself a wedgie. She merely raises her eyebrows at her friend.

'One day you'll thank me.' Alice states going back to Jasper watching.

Bella lay back on her lounger and scoures the sand for a certain pair of buttocks. She locates them the same time they turn and their owner spots her, his jaw hitting his chest and his eyes widening. He mock faints, holding his hand to his heart, and Bella lets out an involuntary giggle.

'You're welcome.' Alice calls out.

'Need some lotion rubbed all over your gorgeous body?' Edward whispers in her ear some moments later and Bella opens her eyes to find him leaning over her, his face inches from hers. She longs to kiss him and by the look in his eyes, so does he.

'Hmmhmm.' She mumbles passing him the bottle. He looks a bit put out but then he gets a twinkle in his eye and she almost grabs the bottle back.

'As you wish.' He says squeezing the cold cream onto her stomach.

Bella squeals loudly as he squeezes some more down her thighs. Oh he is going to enjoy this. He starts by rubbing each arm in turn, careful to brush the side of each breast as he reaches her shoulders. Then he smoothes the lotion down her chest, sweeping her cleavage and making her gasp slightly. He moves to her stomach, brushing his fingers under her bikini top and around her waist. He notices how she squirms when he reaches her hips, having now got the idea of the game. Slowly he massages one finger around her belly button, hearing her breathing change audibly. He stops and moves down to her ankles, working the cream into her soft tiny feet. He sweeps up to her knees and carries on to her thighs. He enjoys their firmness and his gaze looks up to Bella's. She's on fire, her lips parted and eyes glazed over with lust, she begging him to keep going and stop at the same time.

'Turn over please.' His voice isn't as stable as he would have liked but Bella does so quickly.

This time he rubs the cream between his palms to heat it and gently runs his hands over the smooth of her back. Once again his fingertips accidentally graze the side of her breasts and he realises he might have to sit down soon. He kneels next to her lounger and starts on the backs of her legs, working his way up to her skimpy bikini bottoms. He'd never imagined her wearing something like this, but he thinks she might never have to wear anything else.

Bella feels his hands gliding up to the backs of her knees and then to her thighs. She's well aware of people all around her but Edward's teasing her into a frenzy and she is sure if he touches her anywhere near her barely covered pussy she will just come. His hands inch higher and higher until she cannot take it anymore. She sits up suddenly ignoring the knowing looks from her friends and grabs Edward's hand.

'Lets go for a walk.' she orders him, stalking past the loungers towards the empty stretch of beach peppered with palm trees. Edward is chuckling as he catches up with her.

'What's wrong Bella? Got you all hot under the collar.'

They reach a cluster of trees and Bella pushes him up against one of them, checking they were now hidden from view.

'In case you hadn't noticed, Edward, I'm not wearing a collar. In fact I'm not wearing much at all'

Edward growls low in his chest as their mouths crash together in a rush of anticipation. Bella grabs his hand and pushes it against her damp bottoms. He swings her around so that she has her back against the tree and pushes his erection into her eager palm. He slips his hand beneath her bottoms and slides his fingers inside her, his thumb moving deliciously against her clitoris. She has her hand inside his shorts, feeling his cock throb in her hand as she starts to rub him. Its urgent and hot. Bella is breathing fast as she moves herself against his fingers, and moves her hand over him at a steady pace. And then she is coming, her body bucking into his hand as she feels him clasp his hand around hers finding his pace until with a loud sigh of her name, he ejaculates into her hand.

He lifts his head and smiles apologetically, she has already forgiven him ten times over and they both have to laugh at their teenage-like eagerness.

'Fancy a swim?' Edward asks after getting his breath back and noticing that he is horny for her already.

'Sure.' Bella replies, thinking she could never get tired of this.

That evening Bella allowed herself to be spruced up again by Alice and Rose. All three girls were squealing excitedly at each other and replaying step by step, sweet and funny moments during the day like when Emmett had thrown the rugby ball into the waiter's tray of drinks because he had complimented Rose on her shoes. She'd tried to explain to Emmett that he was clearly gay but he remained unapologetic.

Bella hands Alice her room key trying not to blush at what it clearly means and this sets them all off again.

They meet up for dinner and drinks and dance the evening away in one of the many clubs Bella and Edward had missed out on the night before. The guys take up half the dance floor showing off their skills in group hugging and man dancing, but Jasper surprises them all by pulling off a body-popping routine on the spot. Alice smiles proudly as if it's further proof of how perfect he is.

Bella and Edward get merrily drunk, but to be honest they are as drunk on each other as they are by any cause of alcohol. Their dancing gets closer and more provocative as the evening wears on and soon enough Bella is waving goodbye to her friends before Edward pulls her impatiently out of the door. It's too far to the hotel room though so they run down to the beach and Edward enters her as she lays on the sand staring up at him and thinking about how perfect he is.

The next morning Bella finds a red eyed Rose as she knocks on room 210.

'Oh my god what's wrong?' She asks pushing into the room half expecting to find a dead body. Instead she sees Alice curled up into a ball, sobbing her heart out. She runs to her side and pushes her hair out of her eyes.

'What is it Alice? You can tell me. Is it Jasper?' At the mention of his name Alice lets out a torturous yelp and starts crying harder. Bella looks to Rose but she starts off again too and Bella holds out her other arm to her. When Alice's sobs start to abate she tries again.

'Come on guys what's going on?'

'Jasper told Alice he loved her.' Rose sniffs. Bella thinks this is fantastic news but doesn't understand the scene that greets her.

'Don't you want him to love you Al?' she asks. Alice nods and sits up.

'Of course I do and I love him too, but we're leaving today and he's going to be here with all these gorgeous women without me.'

Bella feels a tug of sadness that her friends aren't staying longer. Where did those few days go?

'Oh Alice don't be silly, I'll still be here to fend them off and anyway I'm sure Jasper isn't in the least bit interested in any of those bimbos now he's got you.'

Alice looks her in the eye. 'Do you really think so?'

Bella is momentarily stunned. She cannot believe this is coming from the most confident person she has ever met, who never puts herself down, never feels inadequate and almost definitely has never questioned a boy's faithfulness to her. It can only mean one thing.

'Oh hun, he's the one isn't he?'

Alice howls and folds herself into Bella's arms. Despite herself, Bella smiles at her friend. She's genuinely happy for her and cant wait to tell Edward.

'Would you do the same for me?' a small voice beside Bella asks. She turns and pulls Rose into a group sandwich.

'Of course I bloody will.' she promises, thinking with amusement how suddenly it's her giving out relationship advice after all these years.

'Come on, lets not waste any time you have left getting tearful.'

Rose agrees and goes to the bathroom to freshen up. Alice gets up and wipes at her eyes.

'On one condition.' Alice says to Bella as a tinge of uneasiness settles in her belly. Alice confirms her suspicions by holding up the stripper girl's bikini. 'You have to wear this.'

Edward watches as everyone piles out of the car he hired for the evening. Bella stands very close to him and he gives her hand a squeeze. He knows she's upset that her friends are leaving so he planned a surprise picnic for the two of them afterwards. They all walk towards the departure gate in sombre silence. Bella throws her arms around Rose and whispers something in her ear, which Rose gives a short nod back to. Then Emmett is holding her and something makes Edward turn away from them. It's not only that he wants to give his friend a bit of privacy, but also the fact that this will be him and Bella in a few days time and he doesn't want to think about that fact at all.

Bella is now hugging Alice and he reaches out a hand to Jasper. The soppy git had found it so hard to let Alice leave that he'd moved his flight to coincide with hers, costing him twice the amount of the whole holiday, but reassuring Edward it was well worth it. He didn't need to explain mate, he'd said to Jasper, privately thinking if it was Bella leaving early he would do the bloody same.

They wave a final goodbye and Bella stands hand in hand with him, with tears coursing down her cheeks but grinning madly at her friends. It always surprises him how much emotion his girl shows the world, and how much there is still hidden deep within.

On the way back they drop Emmett at the hotel bar to meet the rest of the lads. Both Bella and Edward had promised Rose they would keep Emmett on the straight and narrow but as Edward's best mate he knows that Emmett is all bravado and would never cheat on her. Plus he knows Emmett has given Rose his England rugby shirt and that's as good as an engagement ring. Emmett takes his commitments very seriously.

Bella makes to get out but Edward stops her.

'I thought you might like a change of scene?' he asks, watching the crease on her forehead deepen.

'Where are you taking me?' She asks him suspiciously.

'You'll see.'

Bella watches the landscape rolling by and thinks back to her friends. Edward promises her Emmett is 100% trustworthy and she actually can believe it. He was so cut up that he couldn't afford to jump on the next plane home like Jasper, and even asked her if it meant that Jasper was a better man than him. Rose had overheard and spent the rest of the morning reassuring Emmett just how much of a man he was to her.

Alice had been overjoyed when Jasper announced he was joining them, so much so that Bella had to remind her to breathe. She was sure there would be wedding bells by the time she got home in a few days. And then that turns her thoughts back to the incredibly sexy wonderful man sat beside her. Her tears at the airport had been primarily for her friends, but also for the thought of having to leave Edward very soon.

It would, she acknowledges, break her heart but what could she do? He hasn't mentioned wanting to see her at home, but then neither has she. He hasn't told her he loves her, but then again neither has she. She hadn't come here to find love, she had come here to escape it's clutches and so had Edward. So where oh where does that leave them?

Edward notices she's very quiet on the drive and wonders if he had read the situation wrong. Did she want to just go back to the hotel and be by herself? He doesn't want to ask, just as he doesn't know whether to ask to see her again when they get home. If he asked and she said no, he didn't think he could stand being with her for the rest of the week. He has unexpectedly fallen for her at a time when a relationship was the very last thing on his mind, and he knew on hers too. What if this is just meant to be a holiday romance and nothing more? His stomach flip-flops at the suggestion but what can he do? She hasn't mentioned wanting to see him, and she hasn't made any declarations either. He knows he could always ask her but what if he doesn't like the answer?

They reach the cliff top and Bella scrambles out of her seat, her mouth wide open. He watches her scan the panoramic view in awe and knows without a doubt he's fallen in love with her. She runs back to him and leaps up wrapping her arms and legs around him. He catches her easily and smiles through her kisses.

'So you like it then?' he asks and she responds with more kisses.

He lays out the borrowed blanket and Bella sets herself down cross-legged. Her eyes widen with delight at each item he pulls out the bag and sets between them.

'God I'm starving.' she laughs and tucks in greedily. Edward grins at her and takes the hastily made sandwich she's concocted for him, it tastes delicious.

Later they make love on the blanket, slowly and greedily as if needing to take in as much of each other as possible. Perhaps this evening has been a sharp reminder of the little time they both have left together. Neither wants to say it or bring up any questions about the future, but it is there between them, the realisation that this will come to an end very soon.

The last few days were total bliss in Bella's eyes. Bliss with the underlying tension that can only come from two people's denial that anything is wrong with this situation.

Jacob had spotted her sat watching Edward sadly this afternoon and plonked himself down on the neighbouring sun lounger.

'Why don't you just tell him?' He had said knowingly and Bella had to blink at him, thinking she must have misheard what he said. 'What's stopping you?'

Bella thought for a moment about ignoring Jacob but something made her want to share her doubts and fears.

'If he doesn't feel the same I'll be very surprised.' Jacob had said, which wasn't exactly an encouraging statement. 'He's been through a shitty break-up Bells, give the guy some leeway. If he's worth it take a risk.'

Then Jacob had left her and she was still no closer to her answer.

The morning they were due to be leaving Edward woke up suddenly in a complete panic. It's ok, she's still there. He lays back down and takes a few deep breaths to steady his frantic heart rate. Bella stirs in her sleep and mumbles his name, reaching out her arm to pull him in closer. Suddenly his throat is tight and his eyes feel hot. He looks down at his sleeping beauty and wishes he had the courage to just say how he feels. If she doesn't feel the same he'll get over it eventually right? His heart will mend in time? He doesn't know the answers to these questions and it scares him. Cant they just stay here forever and not make any decisions?

Its still early but he stays awake, committing to memory every tiny detail of her face, and feel of her body pressed against his.

'I'll never forget you Bella.' he whispers, and a hot tear rolls down Bella's nose, that wasn't what she wanted to hear.

Bella leaves Edward's room whilst he is in the shower. She doesn't want to have to say goodbye to him more than once.

They were both too sad to make love this morning, neither of them saying it out loud but both knowing they just wanted to hold each other.

Bella's stuff is mostly packed. She only wore one bikini, by Edward's request, and the rest of the time covered herself in Edward's things. His t-shirts, soft hoody, even his boxers made a great pair of shorts for her.

She hadn't slept one night in her own room since Alice and Rose left, and Edward had even made her keeper of their room key, seeing as he frequently lost it on the beach during rugby tackles. Even this small gesture had encouraged her to think that it would be ok between them, things would work themselves out. How stupid could she be.

Edward carried her bags through to the departure lounge, desperately finding a way of delaying the inevitable.

Just tell her, just tell her, just fucking tell her! his head screamed at him over and over. He was going to tell her this morning. He had been in the shower alone and thought there was something not right, something missing. And then he realised it was Bella. She had shared his showers all week and it seemed wrong her not being there. Abruptly, he'd flung back the shower curtain and stormed into the room. But he stood there naked and dripping for a good five minutes before realising she wasn't there. On autopilot he started packing away his stuff, not even bothering to finish his shower. What was the point. His heart twisted when all his clothes had faint traces of Bella still attached.

So maybe it is too late, maybe he has blown his chances to be with her. He looks down at her and she refuses to look at him. Is it over then?

Bella stares hard at a spot of stamped on chewing gum on the floor of the departure lounge unsuccessfully holding back her sorrow. She thinks she knows how that chewing gum feels because right now her heart is being walked all over, imprinted into the floor by someone she thought felt the same way about her as she did about him.

But did you tell him how you felt Bella?

No, but he didn't say anything either.

The flight attendant calls their flight ready. Sod's bloody law this one is actually on time. The flight is jam packed and there's no way Edward and Bella can get a seat together. Resignedly they sit at opposite ends of the plane. It's probably for the best, thinks Bella. She can't be near him, smelling his smell and touching his body without wanting to scream and cry and beg him to never leave. But as the flight takes off and she notices the man sat beside her who isn't Edward, she thinks she might scream and cry and beg him simply because she cannot smell his smell or touch his body.

And so they sit there, could be thousands of miles apart, too afraid to say what they want or how they really feel. Allowing themselves to be ruled by their fears instead of led by their hearts. Go on one of you, seize the moment.

Edward sees her get up before him. They have landed back in miserable England, the weather completely matching his mood. He knows he has to get to her before she can walk out of his life forever, but there's so many people and they look much harder than him. He'll catch up with her at customs. But by the time he squeezes through the door he can just see her glossy hair as she disappears through passport control. Damn it. If these retards hurry he can still find her at the luggage escalators. And so he stands there tapping his feet as the security guards eye him up suspiciously. He thinks briefly about jumping the gate but he knows he'll probably get shot and that wont help matters either. He has to get to her. Eventually he's next and with a quick nod from the man in a box, he's free to go. Ignoring the calls from the uniformed men, he sprints down the corridor and finds their flight number on the screen. Number 10. And its been unloaded. He swears loudly. Surely in all the history of Easyjet, this has been the quickest most efficient flight ever. Edward ignores the luggage, he can buy new clothes he reasons, and legs it out of the doors into the pouring rain.

'Bella!' he hollers cupping his mouth for effect. He can't see her, where the fuck could she have gone? He almost heads inside to see if she is waiting for him but then he spots her across the road standing in the pouring rain. His heart leaps into his throat and he wants to tell her now, just shout it across the traffic. Instead he waves at her and takes off towards her, needing to close the almighty gap he'd created by not telling her. If he had been looking he would have seen the taxi pulling away from the curb, instead the lights blind him as his body takes the full force of the impact. He lands several feet away, broken and bloody. He can see her face in agony above him, screaming and crying and touching him. But he cannot speak, cannot move, cannot feel. He is trapped and he cannot tell her. All he can think over and over again is how he wishes he told her earlier, how he hadn't waited and put it off for so godamn long. It's his fault, he should have just said it.

I love you Bella.

Bella watches the impact with horror. Her legs wobble and her head swims dizzily. Surely no, this can't be happening. She rushes to where his body lay in a heap. She feels sick. She's on her knees in the rain and screaming. She knows she should do something, so she frantically feels his body for injuries. His eyes are open but they are motionless, she knows he's gone but she wont let go. Oh god, oh god. Her Edward is dead and its all her fault. Why didn't she tell him sooner? Why didn't she wait inside for him? She thought it was for the best but now he'll never know.

I love you Edward.

Bella sits up suddenly. She soaked in her own sweat and there are tears pouring down her face. Her chest feels tight and she filled with an overwhelming sadness. She's at home. Alice bursts into her room, takes one look at her and comes over to soothe her hair.

'Shhhhh, it's ok Bells. It'll pass soon I promise.'

Bella looks at her friend blankly.

'Don't worry hun,' Alice continues. 'Come on, its time to get dressed. You've got a plane to catch and I have just the outfit'

Bella dresses and manages a mouthful of toast. Rose looks at her sympathetically and smiles.

'Are you sure you'll be ok?' she asks her. Bella's really not sure she is ok, but she puts on a brave face and allows Alice to run through her checklist with her. She gives them both the name and number of the hotel and they wave her off in the taxi. She's still feeling very tearful as she makes her way to the check in desk. The queue is long and she has a long time to wait. Looking around her, her heart lurches at the sight of people piling out of departures. She starts to desperately scan them but the couple in front of her start arguing over who has the tickets and it distracts her.

Bella is sitting in the departure lounge waiting for her flight to be called. It should have been called ages ago but a large part of the flight still hadn't turned up and they were sat here waiting for them to grace them with their presence. Eventually, an announcement is made that the party has checked in and they can now start the boarding process. Bella packs away her book and makes her way to the boarding door. All of a sudden she has a major de-ja-vu feeling as she settles herself into her seat and places her bag next to her. She doesn't want to make small talk with anyone, she just wants to get this over with.

Finally she sees a mass of bodies at the head of the plane struggling to make their way through the aisles and find seats. She prays that there will be enough for them not to ask her.

Edward abruptly wakes as he falls out of his bed onto a suitcase. He feels all his major body parts, yes all, and surmises he is not dead. He shakes his head as Emmett's face emerges from the sleeping bag he'd narrowly missed.

'You ok dude?' He asks him and although he nods that he is, he's really not sure that's the case. His heart feels heavier than normal, as if he's missing something, but he cant put his finger on what.

'Shit Edward,' Emmett mumbles. 'We're gonna be late!'

Edward pushes through the aisle looking for a seat. As if they weren't late enough, Jacob forgot his passport and they had to turn back around and go get it. He's passing empty seats and he doesn't know why, but he's sure he doesn't want to sit there. And then he sees her.

'Can I sit here?'

Bella looks up fully prepared to tell him that the seat is taken, but as soon as she meets his gaze her heart falters and she can't make the words come out. He's staring at her with a look of surprise and she's staring back equally astonished.

A loud cough startles them both. The guy behind him is impatiently waiting to get to a seat. Bella hastily moves her bag and the guy sits down beside her, his mesmerising green eyes not leaving hers for a second.

His scent is suddenly around her and Bella can't help but take in a deep breath. It's so recognizable that Bella instantly wants to curl up next him and the urge shocks her. She's sure she knows him.

'Hi.' she all buts whispers.

'Hi.' he murmurs back. Even the sound of his voice is familiar, if only she could place him.

Edward can't believe his eyes. Something had been bothering him since he woke up this morning, and he gets on this plane and there is the girl from his dream. He recognises her face instantly, as if he's spent many hours memorising it. He has an intuitive feeling that its exactly what he's done.

When she looks at him it's as if she feels it too. Her eyes widen bewildered and when he sits next her she automatically leans closer.

'I'm Edward.' He says slowly, and watches as a spark of recognition lights her eyes.

'I..'

'..Bella.' he finishes for her and they both grin inanely at each other.

'I hope you don't think this is too weird Bella, or a corny chat up line but I'm sure I dreamt of you last night.'

Bella doesn't think it's weird, she doesn't think it's a corny chat up line either. She doesn't think either of those things because now she is positive she dreamt of him too.

She licks her lips and Edward's eyes instantly fly to her mouth. The attraction between them is palpable. She has to touch him.

Their hands find each other on the seat between them and it's as if a long lost connection is finally made. They stay this way until the safety demonstration is over and they're taxiing down the runway.

The seat belt sign finally pings off and Edward turns to face her, pulling her hand into his lap.

'Bella you're gonna think I'm crazy..' but he doesn't get chance to finish his sentence before her unbelievably soft lips are connecting with his and he's kissing her as if his life depends on it. He doesn't know her, and yet he knows everything about her. He's overwhelmed by the awareness that he cannot let her go.

Bella has totally lost it. She's kissing a stranger on a plane whom she has known less than half an hour. But even as she thinks it, she knows how wrong she is. How can he be a stranger when she already knew what it was like to kiss him, what he would smell like and feel like under her touch? It's so obvious to her.

'Edward, I think I love you.' she holds her breath as she waits for sanity to return.

'Bella, I think I love you too.' he replies, thinking it was the easiest thing he's ever said in his life.

They both look to the front of the plane where the overhead light is flashing 'unoccupied'. Bella pats down Edward's pocket. He lifts the foil packet out with a sexy grin.

'How did you know?' he asks her as she shrugs at him, feeling euphoric.

'Just a hunch.'