Popular demand seems to be to continue.

Someone also said something about the actual wedding. I had never planned on it, but you never know. I have some other stuff planned.

As per usual, I own nothing.

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The trip back from Vegas seemed much shorter than the ride down. We stopped for dinner in Port Angeles - Edward insisted on stopping at La Bella Italia - and made it home by nine thirty at night. I blamed it entirely on Edward's driving.

The wedding itself hadn't been as bad as I thought it would be. The vow's were short and Edward was happy. I surprised myself with how happy I'd been with it all. Afterwards, Edward took me around Vegas. We went into a few famous casinos and he won some money I knew he didn't need. We watched street performers and walked hand-in-hand, just taking everything in. The day flew by quickly.

When we got home, he opened the door of the car for me, as usual, and the glowing look he'd had on his face since I'd said "I do" still hadn't left. He walked with me to the door, but stopped there. A mischievous smile was on his lips and his gold eyes were glowing when he turned to me.

"Don't complain." He whispered in my ear before swiftly lifting me into his arms and carrying me inside bridal style.

I groaned anyway, though I had a grin on my face. "Edw-"

He silenced me with a kiss and I could feel my heart race. I vaguely felt wind blowing through my hair as he rushed up to his room at vampire speed.

Somewhere in the back of my mind I realized that he'd placed me on something soft - his bed, most likely, but the front of my mind was much too preoccupied with his lips. My pulse was racing and I knew I would need to breathe soon, but I couldn't bring myself to pull away; not when he'd pulled down his barriers. He was finally kissing me like I'd always wanted to be kissed - with passion, and harsh need. And it was oh so tender and breathtakingly beautiful because I knew he was holding back - if only I wasn't human!

But this was one human experience I wouldn't give up.

He separated our lips to let me breath, but he never let up. His ice cold tongue made a trail down my neck in the most sensual way. I bit back a moan, but I know that Edward had heard it's potential. His head whipped up to look at me and our eyes met. His golden eyes were scorching and I felt my body temperature spike - it didn't matter that his freezing body was pressed against mine.

Yet despite the cold, my body now felt like it was on fire - the good kind of fire. My hands trailed from his hair - when had I put them there? - to his collar. I made quick work of his shirt - black, I'd realized. He'd looked entirely too sexy this morning, and I hadn't been able to place why until just now. I loved it when he wore black, and he knew it. My hands molded around his perfect, cold chest and he moaned.

At first, the sound took me completely by surprise. Then I remembered what he'd said the first time in the meadow: "That's amazingly pleasant, the warmth." I grinned, thrilled with my new found knowledge. As he continued kissing my jaw, I breathed heavily on his neck before allowing my tongue to make a slow path from his collar to his ear. He shivered - actually shivered, and I chuckled in a surprisingly low and rough voice . . .

"Dangerous." Edward repeated what he'd said the night before. "You're much too dangerous."

"But you love me anyway." I whispered throatily, my breath coming ragged.

He took my face in his icy hands and looked me dead in the eye. His eyes were piercing, black, passionate - I shivered. "I love you, Isabella Cullen," My heart, already trying to pound its way out of my chest, fluttered at my name. He smiled lovingly, knowing why. "With absolutely every fiber of my being."

In an answer, I locked my fingers in his hair and crushed his lips to mine. His were not soft as they ravaged my lips and I knew I would be bruised. I also knew I could not care less. For the shortest second, his cool tongue slipped into my mouth and I about passed out.

He pulled away then to let me breathe and trailed a path to my neck with his tongue. And though he'd trailed his mouth over my body several times already, this time he seemed to have a goal and I found myself trembling. At the same time, one of his hands trailed from my foot - which was suddenly void of a shoe - to my knee and he hitched my leg on his hip. The same hand then slipped under my dress to trail an uneven pattern on the outside of my thigh.

His mouth paused over mine as he bent to kiss me again. I growled in frustration and opened my eyes - when had I closed them? - and saw that his face was taught, mere centimeters over mine. "Listen." He muttered, his lips almost touching mine. His eyes never opened. "I can allow this to happen on one condition." I had no idea what he was talking about, but I murmured a word of agreement - whatever it took to make him continue. "You must keep your tongue to yourself. I can't have you cut yourself on my teeth."

I didn't understand what he meant, but I soon could hardly care because his mouth was on mine again and this time his tongue was in my mouth. I moaned this time, not bothering to hold myself back. I had to physically restrain my tongue. But he was just too perfect. His tongue felt like an ice cube as he mapped out the inside of my mouth. He pulled away much too quickly for my liking, but I was quickly distracted.

His hand, which had paused on my thigh for so long that I'd forgotten it was there, was trailing higher and higher. My gut clenched and a train of shivers wracked my entire body. I clutched myself to him and desperately tired to push myself closer. Edward chuckled and his sweet breath almost knocked me out. A strong urge came over me and I pushed him backward slightly. I knew that I wouldn't be able to move him, but he would understand what I wanted.

Edward pulled back, his arms pushing into the bed supporting himself over top of me. A hurt look flashed over his face, but I didn't give him enough time to consider me rejecting him. I grabbed him by the shoulders and flipped us around so he was under me. I felt a wicked grin spread across my face as Edward finally realized what I was doing. I slowly undid his pants and inched them off, kissing downward as I went. I made sure I kissed a trail down each leg, drawing his torture out as long as I could. When I was at his ankles, he moaned.

My eyes lit up and I watched as he threw his head back. He was letting himself enjoy this - finally - and I loved watching him come undone. When he looked back into my eyes, I locked our gazes and slowly crawled my way up. He was positively shaking as I pulled off his boxers - quickly this time. I never broke eye contact as I took him into my mouth.

Edward cried out and fell back against the mattress, no longer able to support himself with his arms. I pulled back and breathed out, though I breathed deeply so I covered him with hot air. His hips jerked slightly and I gave another throaty laugh. I finally got a good look at him and a slight amount of shock hit me. Would he fit? But at the moment, that didn't matter any. I ran my tongue from the base to the tip and continued to watch his face, eager to watch these normally chained moments of passion.

My fingers danced lightly around my mouth as I continued. I had no idea what I was doing, but by the way Edward was moaning, I assumed I was doing something right. He was obviously straining to keep his hips down, so he wouldn't hurt me. This man loved me too much.

Much quicker than I could react, much less realize what was going on, I was being held to Edward's side. I watched his face as he shuttered and moaned. His eyes snapped open and he looked me in the eye. "Sorry," he breathed heavily, "I couldn't let you swallow. You have a cut." He trailed a finger lightly over my cheek, directly above a small cut I had. I'd bitten my cheek the other day while I was eating.

I smiled and leaned in for a kiss, which he obliged to automatically. I was overjoyed that his control seemed so good that we could kiss with more passion that we used to. I didn't have to sit like a frozen statue - like him. A sudden thought came to me. "Will we be able to do this? I've never done this before."

He pulled back and frowned at me, not comprehending. "Neither have I. That doesn't matter."

"No, I'm a virgin." I must have been blushing bright red by now. "I have a barrier, doesn't it bleed? I'll have an open cut."

Apparently, it had never occurred to Edward. It was odd to see a surprised look on his face. Expressions crossed his face rapidly - I could hardly catch them. "Those are mostly myths. Only 43 of women report bleeding their first time. And the hymen - the barrier - is usually stretched before your age. Though, 43 is close to fifty percent and I'd rather not take the chance."

I tried not to show my disappointment. He had enough to be thinking about. "So I'll probably bleed?"

Edward sighed, "Most likely."

My eyes lit up and Edward looked at me wearily. "What's your idea?"

"Well," I started slowly, "What would happen if you were to taste blood? Would you loose control? Or would it be better? And would getting venom in the hymen actually turn me?"

Edward looked extremely eager but very hesitant at the same time, as if he were afraid to hope. "I - I'm not sure. After what happened when - when I left." He seemed so reluctant to speak. "I've never told you, but your blood doesn't bother me any more. At all. I think that it's because of the fact that I thought you were dead. It's just not an option for me to hurt you. But I'm not positive how far I can stretch that." He looked into my eyes and I tried not to push him either way. A soft smile grew on his face as the fire in his eyes rekindled. "But I can certainly push the limits. Anything for you."

"Don't lie." I gasped, as his had finally, blessedly, reached down to stroke me. "You want this as bad as I do."

Edward chuckled and inserted a finger carefully. "Can't argue the facts."

I cried out at the chill of his finger against my searing heat. It was unbearable, but there was no way I would let him stop. The sensation was foreign, but not unwelcome. "How are you planning on breaking it?"

Edward contemplated me for a moment, all the while his fingers driving me mad. he'd pulled out and wad dancing around me folds at such a speed that I could hardly keep up. It looked like he was expecting something from me, almost. Then, he did something clever with his thumb and I cried out, twisting involuntarily. At that moment, Edward entered me with one fluid motion and broke the barrier.

He pulled out just as quickly and took a breath to steel himself before he dipped down. Hes cold tongue entered me and i cried out at the sensation. It was amazing, and it was obvious he was enjoying himself, too. He was practically purring.

I could feel something in me building up slowly but surely with every lap of his tongue. I cried out his name and Edward suddenly pulled back. I jerked my head around in confusion and smiled at the look of passion on his face as his eyes met mine.

"I want you to com with me inside you." Edward whispered in my ear as he positioned himself above me. Slowly, very slowly this time, he slid into me. the cold wasn't as bad as his tongue originally was, but it was still shocking.

He pulled out and pushed himself in again. This time, the sensation made me thrust my hips forward. he seemed strained, as if he was holding back. I shifted slightly and lifted a leg up to wrap around his hip. This time, it was Edward that groaned. He held my leg up firmly and drove himself in harder. I loved him, because it wasn't hard enough to really hurt.

The sensation was building up again, and i knew Edward felt it, too. He wasn't breathing, except when he wanted my scent. and suddenly, it felt like the world had exploded. Shivers wracked my entire body and I clutched myself to him. Edward's eyes rolled into the back of his head as he emptied himself into me with a moan. I cried out and dug my nails into his back - not that it had any affect on him.

Edward lay over me, almost like a barrier. He was still in me and his forearms were on either side of my head, holding himself up. His forehead was pressed to mine, eyes closed, as he fought to get his breath back.

He opened his eyes and I gasped - they were a vibrant green.

"What?" He asked, suddenly worried. "Did I -?"

"No," I cut him off. "You didn't hurt me. Your eyes," I smiled and cradled his head in my hands, running a thumb over his eyebrow. It was odd that he had no sweat on his body, other than my own. "They're green."

He smiled then, leaning down to kiss me. "That's what they were like when I was human."

"How long will it last?" I knew they wouldn't stay - all of the others had that amber color eyes normally.

"Not too long." Edward sighed, and then pulled out. he moved behind me and wrapped me in his arms. He tucked a blanket between us so I wouldn't get too cold and began to hum my song.

"Love you." I murmured.

"I love you too, Bella Masen."