"Guten morgen, sleeping heads!" Emmett coos, poking his head through the doorway. I blink my eyes slowly, confused and sleepy, and lift my head from Edward's chest.

Oh, yeah. We're in Emmett's bed. Because we had a fucking threesome last night. He grins at me from the doorway and I tug my shirt down, fruitlessly trying to cover my ass.

Edward groans and rolls over on top of me, burying his face in my neck.

"Your train will be leaving in two hours," Emmett reminds us. "Unless you are wanting to stay another night?" he teases, winking before he walks away. He knows that our schedule is tight; it's our last day in Europe and we have to make the ten o'clock train to Paris if we're going to have enough time to catch our flight back to Chicago.

"C'mon, baby, get up," I prod Edward, pushing him off me. He's still naked, and his morning wood is starting to press against my thigh.

"Sleepy," he mumbles, trying to burrow under the covers.

"No more sleeping," I argue, yanking the covers off and exposing him to the air. "Hey, look at me," I demand, poking him in the ribs.

"Hi," he says, rolling on his side to look at me, a shy smile on his face.

"Hi. How are you feeling about... you know. The stuff?" I ask, reaching out to drag my fingers across the stubble that grew in overnight.

"Uh, you mean, last night?" he asks, raising an eyebrow. I nod in encouragement, needing to hear him say that he's okay. That he's not freaked out, that he didn't feel like I pressured him into it. His wide grin tells me everything I need to know. "I'm feeling pretty fucking good. How about you?"

"Okay," I giggle, as he leans in to cover my face with kisses. "Okay! I just wanted to make sure you're not, like, freaking out. Or leaving me for the hot, bi, Swiss man in the kitchen."

"Bella," he scoffs. "Please. Last night was just... an adventure. You're it for me-you know that, right? You're everything-my best friend, my girl, my partner in crime. Last night was awesome, and I'm not gonna deny that it was really fucking hot, but it was hot because we did it together."

His sweet words make me grin like an idiot, and I bury my face in his neck to hide. "You're it for me, too," I tell him, kissing his shoulder before I scoot away from him.

Emmett is gracious and makes us feel at ease; he serves us some freshly baked rolls for breakfast, along with rich, strong coffee from a French press. We had planned on taking a taxi to the train station, but Emmett won't hear of it. He insists on driving us in his little BMW.

When we get to the station, he parks and walks inside with us, carrying my pack while Edward carries his own. He's in no hurry to leave, following us to our platform and making small talk while we wait. When our train pulls in and passengers start to get off, he pulls me in for a hug.

"Auf Wiedersehen, Bella," he says, lifting me up off my feet. "It was so nice to meet you."

"You too, Emmett," I tell him honestly, suddenly feeling kind of sad to leave him. He's been so kind to us, and he hasn't made me feel awkward at all. It strikes me that he's probably the perfect person to have a threesome with; he's sexy, sweet, but light-hearted enough that things don't feel serious or heavy.

"Edvard," he says, pulling Edward into our hug. "I didn't know how much I missed you until you were here, friend, and now you are going! Maybe I will have to come to visit you both in Chicago sometime."

Edward pats Emmett on the back before stepping away, looking at me nervously.

"We'd love it if you come visit, Em, and I know my family wants to see you again. It's just that, uh..." he stammers, his cheeks flushing red again. "Well, you know... uh, it's like that saying, you know? What happens in Zurich..."

"Can easily happen in Chicago, too!" I interrupt, winking at Emmett. He grins at me, winking back, and I take my backpack from him. "Time to go, baby," I tell Edward, lacing my fingers through his. I pull him forward onto the train, ignoring the dazed expression on his face. We get settled in our seats and wave to Emmett from the window, watching as he walks away, back to his normal life.

Edward's still dazed, still staring at me in shock.

"What?" I ask, leaning in for a kiss.

"Nothing," he says, a smile creeping over his face. "I just think I might be the luckiest man alive."


That's it! I told you it was short and sweet. :) Thanks for reading and reviewing!

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