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I couldn't do EPOV after a certain point in the fic because it would have broken the storytelling POV, but I desperately wanted to after all the comments! So, here's the epilogue from Edward's POV.


EPOV

I couldn't believe it was just a year ago I had met my Bella for the first time. Her hands were just as tiny as I remembered as she reached over to me, her beautiful hair was still up. I held her hands, kissing them. "Welcome back," I said. Despite the circles under her eyes, she grinned.

"You must be Edward," a man with Bella's eyes and a little bit of a gut came down the escalator behind her. "I'm Charlie Swan, Bella's father."

"Hello," I said, extending my hand.

"Nice to meet you," he said, although I could tell he was sizing me up. I could literally hear his thoughts- I could take this British wannabe bastard in a match.

"And that's my Mom and Phil," Bella said, gesturing to the couple at the top of the escalator. "I'm so excited."

We talked twice a week over the phone and twice a day over instant messenger. I had signed up for a facebook account just to keep up with her. We were experts at converting time zones, too. She had visited me twice last summer between my internships in Africa, once in June and August, an emergency request on my behalf- because I couldn't bear the thought of going another six months without seeing her. It was difficult to travel outside London because of Uni for me- to be honest- it was difficult for both of us, since this was her last year of school. She was getting nervous about work after college or going to get a master's degree- but of course, I had a plan.

Renée and Phil introduced themselves.

"Edward?" Bella asked.

"Yes, love?"

"I missed you." I grinned- it was good to hear it out of her mouth, it validated how I felt, too.

"Are you hungry?" I asked as they claimed their bags.

"Yes, very," Charlie said.

I took them to a pub for their first dinner in London. Bella was much better with jet-lag than her parents, now. Renée was very talkative and outgoing- I knew my mom would like her. Charlie and Phil, for their age differences, weren't all that different. They weren't big talkers, more observers. I held Bella's hand under the table. She didn't know about my New Year's surprise for her, yet- I was going to propose to her. I had a ring wrapped up and in Mom and Dad's nightstand.

"This is so exciting, being in England for the first time! What are we going to do first, Bella?"

"The Tower of London was fun, but the lines were long," Bella said. "The London Eye was good, too."

"I can't wait!" Renée said.

I was relieved when we got the three of them to Mom and Dad's. "What a lovely house!" Renée cried when the cab pulled up. Mom had the electric candles in the windows and the tree lit up the front parlour. "I can't believe we're staying here!"

"Better than a hotel," Bella said. "We'll be over everyday as early as possible, I promise."

"Good," Renée said, hugging and kissing her. "I'm sure you want to get to bed as soon as possible, too."

Charlie cleared his throat, awkwardly.

We said hello to Mom and Dad, who hugged and kissed Bella. They knew what I was planning. For all intents and purposes, they loved her, even though I was properly good at shoving my foot in my mouth. We introduced them to Bella's parents and got them settled in before jet-lag played its part.

"Did you see Charlie's face when Renée mentioned going to bed?" Bella asked.

"I know. He already hates me," I said.

"He still entertains delusions that I'm still a virgin," Bella said, rolling her eyes. Her reactions were slower than usual. I didn't want her falling asleep just yet.

I was still living in the same flat. I wondered if it would be big enough for her. Her fingers were cold in my hand as we took the lift. She pressed a kiss to my lips. "I missed that."

"I missed you so much," I said. I pressed her against the door to my flat and kissed her warm mouth. She moaned, softly as I continued kissing her, running my fingers up and down the texture of her fitted blouse.

I unlocked the door behind her and backed her into my flat where I could unbutton that blasted top and take it off. She was wearing a dark blue bra underneath. God, she looked sensational in dark blue. I had always thought she was beautiful. And then, she tripped over her suitcase and stumbled backwards.

"Bella!" I cried.

"Ow," she muttered. "I hit my funny bone! Ow!" I helped her up and kissed her elbow better and returned to undressing her. I reached for the back of her bra strap, but she tapped my hands away. "No! I traveled all the way from Spokane to London in a matching bra and panties! This bra is uncomfortable and you're sure as hell going to see me in them!"

"Alright then," I said, kneeling, unbuttoning her trousers. She inhaled in anticipation as I saw the matching midnight blue scrap of fabric. I kissed the soft section of her stomach beneath her belly button before tugging it the rest of the way down. She had some beautiful, taut, pale skin and the very sight of it made me hard. "I've seen them- now can we go ahead and take the rest of it off?"

"No!" she cried. I kissed my way up her torso. She moaned softly. I hugged her to me to feel her curves pressed up against me, crushing her pouty lips against mine- I felt the flat of her hand against my prick.

"God, Bella!" I groaned. I didn't want to come on my trousers. "Let me at least get you to bed. It's been four months, don't rush me!"

"Sorry," she said. She unbuttoned my trousers as I pulled my top off- we weren't going to get to the bedroom. The kitchen was to my left- the kitchen table. Yes. I wanted to seat her on the edge of the worktop, spread her legs and just lick and suck her nipples and finger her tight little twat. I guided her in as she pulled my shorts down.

My cock simply sprang out.

"Nnn," a moan came out of her mouth. She sank to her knees. "Edward!" Her plump little lips enveloped my shaft completely.

Oh shit, her mouth felt like heaven. I wanted to come right down her throat and have her swallow, but not before I had a chance to properly shag her senseless. I ran my fingers through her hair and guided her up. "Bella," I whispered. I pulled her panties down and they revealed she was completely ready tonight.

"Up on the worktop, love," I said. I grappled with her limbs and lifted her up onto the worktop so that her bum was right on the edge. My fingers traced the outline of her delicate, puffy lips, causing a gasp out of her. I just wanted a taste… I dipped down and tongued her tiny, swollen clit. A sharp cry came out of her. It wasn't enough. I ran the flat of my tongue up her cunt all the way to her clit. I looked up, and she was leaning back on her hands behind herself, her head thrown back.

"Ungh! Edward!" she cried as I continued to draw patterns on her clit. "Yes, yes, yes!" I smacked the inside of her thigh slightly until her whole body vibrated and I felt her slit gush forth a thicker substance- her come was much better for lubrication. "Oh, Edward," she sighed between quick breaths. I was the man. I stood, wiping my mouth with my forearm.

"I'm not done with you, yet," I said, picking her up, lowering her onto my harden prick. It was so stiff it was resting against my stomach. Damnit if we hadn't gotten her bra off. She didn't have anything to push off of, so I turned and set her down on the table. Finally, I could push straight into her.

She was tighter than I remembered- all that time apart did it. I had to go slowly- she gasped in pain, I felt her toes on the top of my bum, curling, her head thrashing from side-to-side. I got into her, all the way to the hilt.

God, she felt so tight and velvety and hot. "Christ, Bella," I said.

"Edward, please, just- move," she groaned. I pulled back and thrust back in. We both cried out at the same time. I wasn't sure I'd last much longer.

She tugged down her bra cups and her cherry-red nipples were showing. Her fingers pinched and rolled them, her back arching, screaming. I bent down, taking her nipple into my mouth. I rolled it around, grazed it with my teeth, all while thrusting in and out of her continuously. Yes, I'm that coordinated.

"Yes, YES! Oh my God, Edward, YES!" she shouted. The walls were echoing.

"Fucking HELL, Bella, you're so TIGHT!" I shouted back. I drew back one last time and pushed into her so hard that she literally screamed. Her hands and feet flattened against the tabletop. She was paralyzed during her orgasm if she came hard enough. I had learned that about her last August. Her eyes were wide, unblinking. I gazed into them. I swear I could see her soul. "Isabella," I whispered.

Her orgasm came in short, soft pants, almost like gasps. I loved the way she came. I could feel the thick liquid of her coming again, against my prick while I shot wads of cum into her.

Her nails scratched down my back and I knew it was over.

"Oh God, Edward!" she sighed, still panting, trying to catch her breath. I pulled out of her before I lifted her sweaty upper torso up off the table. While the phone rang. Bloody Hell, I'd just let the machine get it. Who was calling me this late at night?

"My beautiful girl," I sighed, putting her head on my shoulder. It rested there like a dead weight. I listened to her breath for a moment and then realized I needed to take her bra off to help her breathe better. Her legs half-heartedly wrapped around my middle, and I lifted her off the table to take her back to the bedroom, but the machine went off.

"Mr. Masen, I'll have you know that this is a residential building! I don't care what you're doing, how much fun you're having, there is a strict policy on loud noises after nine pm!"

Bella and I both began laughing out of sheer exhaustion.

The phone continued to ring as we got to the bedroom. "Mr, Masen, you have violated the building's noise stipulation, if you do it again, it may lead to eviction! I'm reporting you to the Resident's Association!"

"Hey there, Eddie, sounds like Bella's in town? I bet she's exhausted! Once you're done shagging her brains out, bring her past!"

"Ah, Adam," I muttered, tucking Bella into bed. "I was wondering when we were going to hear from him."

"Sorry, I've got to get to sleep," she said. "I'm about to pass out."

"I know," I said, watching her beautiful chocolate-brown eyes close.

Within seconds, her breathing evened out before I switched off the lamp. I too, was feeling tired. Calls kept on filtering from my neighbors while I ran a shower. My legs were literally trembling, still.

After toweling off, I walked through the apartment, gathering our discarded clothes, moving her suitcase back into the bedroom. She was tucked up to her chest in blankets, only her head being visible. I climbed into the bed beside her and brushed a few locks of her hair out of her face. She stirred. "Mmm," she muttered. "Edward… I love you."

"I love you, too, Bella," I muttered softly. She rolled over on her side, and I spooned up beside her. I hated being apart from her.

I tried to go to sleep. She was dirty and sweaty and sticky… but I wanted her near me. We had been far apart for long enough.

I woke to Bella's delicate hands on my shoulder. "Edward," she said.

"Hmm?" I asked, lifting my head.

"You know you talk in your sleep, don't you?" she asked, smiling.

I smiled back. "Was it gibberish?"

"No," she said. "You mentioned something about an engagement ring."