A/N: Big thanks to Ms. Beta Awesomesauce (Siouxchef) for going through this and... oh you know.

These characters are the property of Stephenie Meyer.

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From Breaking Dawn (by Stephenie Meyer):

“I promised we would try,” he whispered, suddenly tense. “If…if I do something wrong, if I hurt you, you must tell me at once.”

I nodded solemnly, keeping my eyes on his. I took another step through the waves and leaned my head against his chest.

“Don’t be afraid,” I murmured. “We belong together.”

I was abruptly overwhelmed by the truth of my own words. This moment was so perfect, so right, there was no way to doubt it.

His arms wrapped around me, holding me against him, summer and winter. It felt like every nerve ending in my body was a live wire.

“Forever,” he agreed, and then pulled us gently into deeper water.

*****

Edward placed his hands under my arms and lifted me up, gazing into my face. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders, my legs hanging down in front of him. His arms, almost warm from the water, wrapped around my back. I tangled my hands in his hair and rubbed the nape of his neck softly with my fingertips. He carried me until the warm water reached just below our shoulders. He bent slightly to kiss me gently.

“Bella,” he murmured against my lips. “My wife.” I could feel him smiling. Our bodies were aligned; I could feel him grow hard against my thigh. A wave of heat flushed my entire body and I had to concentrate on breathing.

I let my tongue dart against his lower lip, then gently sucked it into my mouth and nibbled it. I heard him breathe in sharply, and opened my eyes to see his golden eyes smoldering inches from mine, one eyebrow raised. “Easy, my darling,” he teased, but I knew from his look that all the old rules were out the window; he was ready. I also knew we were both nervous. I wanted to bring some levity to the moment.

“You aren’t planning on putting me down, are you? I’m not sure you need to see my grace in action in the ocean.” I knew that we were deeper than where I could stand.

“Hm mmm,” he shook his head. His arms tightened against my back, one hand moving lower and grazing my bottom before resting on my upper thigh. “I’m not planning on letting you go for hours, actually.” He almost growled this, and smiled crookedly at me, kissing me lightly on the nose.

Hours, I thought. Hours when he won’t pull away, won’t stop touching me. Hours when I get to touch every inch of this man. I tried to breathe in deeply to slow my racing pulse, but ended up sucking in a jagged breath. I tried to mimic his tone.

“In that case, I may as well get comfortable.” I lifted my legs effortlessly in the water and wrapped them around his waist. I felt his erection pulse against my bottom. His head fell back and the most sensual moan escaped his lips. The sound set my body on fire, letting loose all the need, want, and desire I had been carrying for him since the moment we met. Every chaste kiss that left me breathless, every smoldering look that made my knees give out, every time I smelled him and lost my sense of time came crashing into this moment, my body becoming hot against him. I clenched his waist with my legs, losing myself in the feel of our bodies pressed together. I could feel my sex pulsing. He brought his lips to mine and kissed me, breathing my name into my mouth.

This kiss was different. His lips were cold, but I felt like our flesh was burning together. He took my lower lip between his and sucked, carefully I knew, but his mouth felt rough and urgent. “You have no idea how much I have wanted you, Bella, for so long. I need you, I have needed to feel you like this, to touch you…,” he said quietly, his lips moving to my shoulders, up my neck, to my ear. I leaned back to look at him, my eyes felt heavy with need for him.

“Edward…I…” I stammered. “I can’t tell you how good that sounds, how it feels to hear you say that.” I exhaled, releasing almost two years of tension. I needed to know how badly he wanted this too, that he wasn’t just doing this for me. I could feel the urgency in his arms as they held me tighter, his right arm easily supported my weight and his right hand moved from my thigh to the curve of my bottom, softly stroking the flesh there. I felt his hardness move beneath me in response. I moaned against his lips as I pulled his face to mine. “Edward,” I whimpered with every breath.

Something snapped in him. I felt his body shudder and then almost… relax. He was giving in to it, into the passion, into our coming together. Perhaps he finally believed that he would not hurt me, could not hurt me. His left hand moved up my back and towards my front, his fingertips brushing against my ribs, his hand moving to lightly brush my breast. A low moan escaped my lips. My hands grabbed his face and I kissed him deeply, my tongue running along his lips, my teeth gently biting his skin. His thumb softly rubbed my hard nipple and he panted into my mouth, his head then dropping against my neck. His hand spread over my entire breast, kneading me carefully.

“So soft,” he murmured against my collarbone. He lifted me up higher on his body and leaned down to kiss the top of my breast, his hand grasping it gently. His touch was overwhelming, almost reverent. I could tell how deliberate his movements were, he was savoring every touch. He kissed my breast again, slowly moving his hand and letting his lips brush my nipple. My head fell back in pleasure.

“Breathe, Bella,” he said hoarsely. I looked up to find him looking at me passionately, his hand taking my breast again then bending to let his lips graze my nipple again. “Breathe,” he said, this time perhaps more to himself than to me. I wasn’t sure if I heard him correctly when he whispered, “We can do this.”

He buried his face in my neck, scattering urgent kisses. My hands moved down his back, grabbing his muscles, feeling his beautiful hard flesh under my fingers. I moved my hands to his chest and marveled in the perfection of his body, of his naked skin finally beneath my hands, his chest perfectly sculpted. We kissed for what felt like hours, my hands caressing his chest and back, his hands roaming feverishly over my skin. We murmured to each other, whispering quietly and breathing in each other’s scents. I moved my hands down to his stomach, leaning my body back slightly to make room for my exploring hands.

His stomach muscles were hard, his skin perfect; his soft trail of hair on his navel made me dizzy to touch. I could not move my hands lower with my legs wrapped around his waist. I could not see below the first several inches in the water past his navel.

I wanted to see him. I wanted to put my mouth on every inch of him.

“I need to see you,” I murmured, looking up at him and trying not to blush at my own words. I took a deep breath and said more clearly, “I need to feel all of you with my hands. I need to taste you, Edward.”

His eyes closed at my words and hissed out a breath. He held me to his chest and turned and dashed out of the water, grabbing my towel from the tree and wrapping me gently. Within seconds he was sitting me on the edge of the large bed back in the house.

My knees were bent at the edge of the bed, feet inches from the floor. He stood before me: wet, naked, glorious. I gasped and my eyes ran from his thighs up his entire body, taking in every inch, committing it to memory for the rare seconds I would let him out of my sight on our honeymoon. He was standing completely still, but I felt energy rippling from him towards me. He was letting me take it all in. He was letting me look at him.

“You are… Edward, you are gorgeous.” My body felt hot as my eyes darted to his hard cock. My sex throbbed and my hands ached to touch him.

I reached out to him and placed my hands on his thighs. He stroked my hair and murmured my name. I leaned forward and ran my lips across his stomach, letting my tongue dart out against his cool flesh. His hands curled in my hair, gently holding my face close to his body. I looked up at him, holding his gaze, our eyes burning into each other. My hands ran around his thighs to his ass, pulling him towards me.

“Bella…” he said with a slight warning in his voice. His face was almost in agony. “I need you to touch me, it’s just…”

“It’s ok,” I whispered. “Just stop me if it’s too much.”

He nodded. I pulled one hand forward and wrapped my fingers around his erection. I heard a low growl in his throat and looked up to see him staring at me, his eyes dark with lust. His hands stroked my hair, my neck. The other hand reached down to caress my breast. I moved my hand along the length of him, gently at first, and then faster; I listened to his breathing, watching his face, trying to anticipate what would give him the most pleasure. I leaned down and ran my tongue along his length, then lowered my mouth over him, letting instinct take over. I took as much of him into my mouth as I could and wrapped my hand around his base. My other hand ran up his inner thigh, stroking his skin. My mouth moved slowly at first, and then my passion took over and I began to move with more urgency. I moaned against him, the taste of him in my mouth made my body burn.

In a flash he was against the wall, staring at me from across the room. He looked at me for a long moment, his eyes struggling with something I could not identify.

“Edward, I… I’m –“ I stammered, blushing furiously, terrified that I had ruined the moment.

“Shh, Bella, no,” he whispered as he walked towards me slowly. “I’m fine. Just catching my breath, so to speak.” He smiled and I almost fell backwards at the sight of him.

He kneeled down in front of me and took my face in his hands. He kissed me slowly at first and then more urgently. He pushed me down and slide me back onto the bed. He laid down beside me and leaned over me, letting his mouth move down my neck to my breasts, his lips kissing, sucking, and teasing my nipples. My hips twisted to meet his, my arms wrapped around his neck pulling him into me, my entire body sought his out. I moaned his name; I could not find any other word that mattered. My hands moved along his chest, stomach, back. I tried to pull him onto me, closer to me, but he stayed firmly where he was.

His mouth moved lower, his lips teasing my navel. His hands stroked my calves and pulled one of my legs up to bend my knee. He pushed the leg to the side, spreading me before him. I heard him inhale sharply as his mouth moved lower to kiss my inner thigh. “Bella…” he moaned against my leg. “Oh…” his mouth moved up my thigh, hungrily seeking my soft flesh where he stopped and lifted his head to gaze at me. His fingers ran up my thigh to my sex; he touched me gently, sending a jolt of electricity through my entire body.

“Edward!” I cried out, my hands weaving into his hair, pulling him closer. His fingers touched me gently, spreading my heated flesh. He was running his fingers up and down, feeling how wet he had made me. I heard his breath hiss inwards.

“I just…I need…” he mumbled before leaning in and nuzzling me, letting his mouth gently kiss my folds. He leaned back and moaned, “I wish so much I could…you smell so good…” his fingers coming back to rub me, my hips moving with his rhythm, quiet cries escaping from my lips with every breath. My skin was on fire with a need for him to touch me again, for release. He ran his fingers along me, and then pushed one finger inside me, then another, and I cried out. He kissed my flesh again, his thumb moving up to rub my clit gently. I grabbed his hand and pushed it against me harder, needing him more than I could possibly describe. His fingers moved in me, his head leaning against my thigh. I heard him whisper my name. I put my hands on either side of his face and tilted his face to look at me.

“I need you,” I said hoarsely. He kissed my wet skin once more, and then pushed himself up on one elbow, his thumb and fingers still moving, my hips pushing up to get closer to him. “Edward, please…” I begged.

He moved up to my face, looking at me with indescribable tenderness. “I didn’t believe you could become even more beautiful to me, but the way you look now, with my hands on you… I can’t tell you what it does to me.” He leaned and kissed me hard, his lips crushing mine, a loud moan escaping his lips. “Bella, I need to feel you…”

I wrapped my arms around him and pulled him on top of me, he moved willingly. I spread my legs wide so he could lie between them. He rubbed his tip all along the length of my folds, whispering in my ear. “Bella…” He kissed my earlobe. “I don’t want to hurt you, my love, my darling.” He moved against me, hesitating at my entrance. “Please tell me if you need me to stop. If this hurts you…” he trailed off. He pulled his head back to look into my eyes.

I struggled to keep my eyes open from the passion and need I felt. His eyes were full of lust but they were clear; I was relieved to see that he did not look worried. I arched my hips up to him, to urge him to come into me, to be inside me. He pushed at my entrance slowly, watching my face for signs of pain. He pushed in deeper and my breath caught with the first sharp pain. He started to pull back.

“No, Edward… stay. Just give me a moment…” I breathed. I pulled his face to mine, kissing him deeply, opening my mouth to his, needing to feel his breath in my mouth as I adjusted to the feel of him filling me. His hand rubbed down my side to my hip and he slid it underneath me to gently support my bottom. The feeling of his hand on my hip set my body on fire and my hips bucked up against him “Please…” I moaned again and he pushed farther into me, this time I bit my lip to calm my reaction but the feeling of his body filling mine, the feeling of Edward completely inside me eclipsed the pain immediately, his cool flesh soothing me. He was watching my face, his breath ragged with the effort it took to move slowly. “Move in me, Edward… I need to feel you moving inside me.”

His breath let out in a loud rush, his body immediately reacting to my words. He grabbed my hip and begin moving, gently but firmly, entering me entirely then pulling out to feel the full length of our bodies against one another. He supported his weight with one arm next to my head, his other hand stroking up and down my thigh, pulling my leg up to his side.

He grunted softly, moving over me. “I didn’t know… Bella, I didn’t know…” he said, breathing against my cheek, his eyes dark with lust.

I could only moan his name. I thought I knew what he meant; I knew neither of us had any idea how it would feel to come together like this. I felt my body burning around his, the heat of my sex pulsing against him, his body moving faster and faster in me as my breathing quickened.

“You are so wet,” he said, “You are so warm and wet… your body around me… God, oh God…” he kissed me urgently, his mouth covering mine, moaning with every breath. “I didn’t know…” he said again.

I could feel my body tingling, my breath catching in my throat. I felt like my entire body was rising up above the bed, losing control. I wanted to chase this feeling; I wanted to hold onto it. I heard moaning, then loud cries, and realized it was me.

“Bella… yes Bella,” he murmured in my ear, his body thrusting against mine, “Come with me, love…oh, Bella please…” His hand pulled my hip against him, pushing him deeper into me. He thrust faster and faster and my eyes clamped shut as waves of pleasure rocked my head back against the bed, pulling my legs apart. My hands grabbed him roughly to pull him deeper into me, the endless throbbing of my climax moving in a heavy rush along my entire body. I could feel my walls spasming around him and felt him let go. “Yes, Bella oh God Bella oh God…” his body moved over me, and I felt him pulsing in me his entire body shaking as the orgasm took over him.

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We collapsed. I clung to him, one of my legs thrown over his torso, his arms wrapped around me. Edward hummed my lullaby into my ear, kissed my neck and stroked my back gently. “Bella,” he whispered, his voice tight with emotion. “I am so in love with you.” There were no words beyond this.

Sleep took me quickly.

*****

I woke up to the feeling of Edward’s hands lifting me up and gently rolling me onto my side. “Mmmmmppppfffff…” I mumbled into the pillow.

“Shhhh, Bella, go back to sleep.” He rubbed my cheek gently and I felt him kiss my shoulder.

“Wait… what are you doing?” I asked, confused. I looked around groggily, blinking. Light was barely streaming in through the window. Sunrise. I stretched and reached for him but he slipped out of my grasp. “Edward. What are you doing?” I repeated, squinting at him as he continued to move my limbs and look me over.

“I’m inspecting you,” he chuckled.

“Inspecting?” I asked, struggling to turn over and sit up. “How romantic and yet how… clinical.” I yawned.

He laughed quietly, a gorgeous sexy laugh. “Yes, my darling. Inspecting. I am Edward, the Damage Inspector.” He ran his hands down my legs, picked up my feet and gently kissed each toe then smoothed his hands back up my legs letting them come to rest gently on my hips. “And now, I’m finished. Only a few small bruises on your hip.” He winced as he looked at the small fingertip-sized purple circles on my hip and upper thigh. “I’m so sorry about that, Bella. Are you hurt?”

I wiggled slightly under his gaze, performing the internal assessment. “I feel fine, honestly,” I assured him, then grimaced as I felt the tightness between my legs. “I mean, mostly fine. I’m a little sore.” I blushed and he leaned in to kiss me full on the mouth, moving his cool thigh between my legs. I sighed at the relief of the cool flesh against my skin; Edward moaned my name and our memories of last night came flooding back to us.

He lay down beside me and curled to face me, propping himself on one elbow and playing with a lock of my hair. “I take it you slept well?” He smiled down at me, knowing full well that I slept like a log.

“Mmmmm, I did,” I murmured, leaning in for a kiss. “I can’t imagine why,” I giggled as he tickled my sides. “Did you hunt?”

“Yes,” He said simply. “I didn’t leave for long. The moment I was outside I missed you terribly.” His fingers moved down my arm and up my ribs to lightly stroke the side of my breast. My back arched into his hand, my breath caught in my chest. He chuckled and rolled onto his back, taking his arm with him. I grabbed his arm and pulled him back to me.

“Oh, no you don’t. No, no, no. You do not get to do that anymore. No pulling away, no stopping. A hand on the breast can stay on the breast.” I pulled his arm back and placed his hand squarely on my breast, smiling wickedly.

His grin made me dizzy and I could feel my sex responding to his smoldering look. “I think I can handle this new rule.” He slowly climbed on top of me, spreading my legs apart with his thigh. “I could stay here for days.” He leaned down and nuzzled my neck; I could feel his erection growing against my thigh. “You, however, will need to get breakfast at some point.”

“When given the choice between naked Edward and food, I choose naked Edward,” I said thickly, as my hands ran down his back, pulling him against me.

“You could have both, my love. We are, after all, alone here in this house. I can serve you breakfast in bed, I can even do it naked.”

I moaned against his neck as he said this; there was something new in his voice, something relaxed, sultry, lusty. He was teasing me and enjoying it. I looked up at his face; he was gazing at my breasts, softly touching them with his fingertips. I tried to contain my need for him – I wanted to know what he was thinking.

“You seem…different this morning,” I whispered. “I wish I had a turn at mind reading.”

He smiled, “Different? As in, naked?” He chuckled quietly and leaned down to kiss one peak, then the other, then rubbed both with his thumbs.

“Mmmm, yeah, naked…” I mumbled before trying to regain my composure. “No, I mean, you seem happy.” This made him laugh again and I caught myself. “Not that you weren’t happy with me before, that’s not what I meant.” The words rushed out in a jumble and I sighed. I felt myself blushing furiously.

“My my Bella, this blush has taken over more than your cheeks. Your breasts are positively flushed. I may need to cut our conversation short-“

“Blissful,” I interrupted him, the word coming to me suddenly. “You seem blissful, Edward. And I’m not complaining, I’m just… I’m overwhelmed with you this morning. I’ve seen you content before but never blissful.” The way he was looking at me…I pushed my hips into him, our moans coming out together at the movement.

To my surprise he rolled off me and laid down on his back, putting one hand behind his head and pulling me to his chest with the other arm. I propped myself on his chest, my chin leaning on my hands. He started at the ceiling, thinking for a few moments.

“It’s just that…” he stopped and looked at me warily before continuing. “Bella, please do not take this as a dare.” He chuckled softly, “It was easier than I thought it would be to control myself with you. I never left the moment; I never forgot how delicate you are. I was totally consumed by you, by every movement you made, every moan, every gasp, every breath, every twitch of every muscle. I can’t describe how it felt, I was just completely in tune with your body. I don’t think I can put it into words. I just don’t think I was…whole….until I made love to you. I feel whole. I feel calm. God, I feel calm.” He smiled at me. I had never seen him look this way, and I felt everything else in my entire world falling away, leaving just this moment.

I was speechless. I felt tears forming in my eyes and immediately willed them back. I wanted him to keep talking about this, to tell me more. “Is that what you meant?” I blushed. “When you said ‘I didn’t know…’ last night while we were making love. Is that what you meant?”

“I imagine that’s what I meant…” I felt him laughing silently beneath me. “I wasn’t exactly choosing my words carefully at the moment.”

I giggled. “I guess not. I just… I thought you meant you didn’t know it could feel like that. I mean, that’s what I was thinking. Edward, I never imagined anything could feel that perfect.” I looked up to see him nodding.

“I meant that, too, yes. Of course, Bella. If I’d known how it would have gone, if someone had told me how it would have felt to be inside you…Bella, I don’t know if I would have been able to wait for our honeymoon.” He laughed again and I didn’t think I would ever get tired of that sound. “This morning I just find myself marveling that it was easier than I expected to be in control with you.” He shrugged and sighed. “Well, let me qualify that. Some things came very easily last night, some didn’t.” I felt him laughing beneath me again.

I sat up, looking down at him. “Oh Edward, when I put my mouth on you…” I struggled to hold his gaze, my cheeks burning furiously. “I’m so sorry about that, I just lost-” He was sitting up before I finished, placing a finger over my lips and shaking his head. He crossed his legs and pulled me onto his lap so I was straddling him as he stroked my back.

“Bella, my reaction to that was not about my fear of losing control and biting you or hurting you.” I saw a gleam in his eye, he was enjoying this teasing. He leaned down to kiss my nipple and then looked into my eyes. “I didn’t think I could hold on long enough. With your mouth on me…I was going to come in seconds. I don’t think my ego could have handled that last night, though I imagine it surely would have given yours a boost.” He winked.

“Oh. Oh,” I said and looked down at his lap involuntarily, his hardness straining up against my thigh.

“Your mouth…God Bella you have no idea…” he was staring at my lips, his eyes growing dark with lust. He reached out to rub a finger along my bottom lip.

I licked my lips involuntarily and he moaned. “Was anything else…difficult for you…?” I murmured, barely able to breathe with him looking at me like that. His hands ran up my sides and began caressing my breasts slowly, his thumbs pushing my nipples. I had to know what I could and couldn’t do. I was barely able to keep from putting my hands on his hard cock resting between my legs.

“Mmmm, yes.” He leaned in and grazed his lips against my ear. “I wanted to put my tongue against you last night. That was the most difficult thing for me to resist. I wanted to taste you, but not in the way that I have meant in the past...”

I moaned against him and pushed my bottom farther up on his lap, rubbing my wet folds against him. I could move him inside me with just a slight adjustment of my hips and that realization made my heart race. He growled into my ear at the sound of my heartbeat accelerating.

“You wanted to taste me, Edward?” I asked. I reached down and put my finger against my wet flesh, feeling how my body responded to him. I knew he wouldn’t put his tongue on me out of fear that his venom would hurt me. His eyes followed my hand, surprised. I lifted my finger up and grazed it along his lip. “Taste me, Edward.” I whispered into his ear then dragged my tongue along his neck.

He inhaled sharply, his head falling back. His arms lifted me up and slowly lowered me onto his erection. I gasped at the sensation of him filling me completely. His cold flesh felt amazing against my tender skin and I could feel my body clench him.

“Edward, oh…” I leaned against him, slowly beginning to move my hips, not sure what to do, but knowing it felt amazing. He grunted and pulled my chest flush against his. His hands slid under me and moved me gently along his length, helping me. One of his hands came around and began rubbing my clit first gently and then with more pressure.

I lost all composure and began thrusting my hips against him and digging my nails into his back. I rubbed myself against his hand and mumbled his name into his hair. I wanted to stay like this forever; I wanted to make love to Edward for the rest of eternity. His body fit mine perfectly; I could feel every inch of my skin humming.

My orgasm came crashing over me and I whimpered his name over and over as he urged me on, “Yes Bella, come for me, yes…oh please Bella,” he cried out as my walls clamped down around him. I could feel his breath in my ear steady but hard. “I’m close Bella, please… ” He laid down on his back so he could watch me move over him, his eyes trained on mine, his mouth open. He fell over the edge, calling my name urgently as he pulsed into me.

*****

I sat looking down at him for several minutes, just taking in how he looked underneath me. He was still inside me, running his hands gently up and down my thighs and smiling my favorite crooked smile.

“Wow.” I exhaled.

“Indeed.”

It was then that I noticed. The sheets underneath him were blue. I could have sworn they were white when we arrived last night. “Edward?”

“Mmmm?” His eyes were trained on my hips, his fingers tracing circles on my thighs.

“Did you…um…” I hesitated, the answer dawning on me. “Edward… was there blood on the sheets last night… from me…?”

He looked up at me and smiled mischieviously, nodding briefly. “I ate them so I had to get new ones.” I felt him laughing beneath me.

“Oh my God Edward, stop it!” I gasped.

His body shook with laughter. “I put them in the laundry with some bleach. There wasn’t much, but it was a little distracting for me. I put them in the wash then went hunting.” He shrugged.

I nodded, trying to fight the feeling of mortification at the image of Edward changing the sheets. He looked up at my face and pulled me down next to him. “Bella.” He touched my chin to make me look him in the eye. “Love, you were a virgin last night. This is not something to be embarrassed about. It was beautiful.” He kissed me tenderly, pulling my bottom lip between his and sucking gently.

My stomach rumbled loudly.

“Now,” he said laughing, “Time for your naked chef to get to work.”

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