A/N: Hello, my lovelies. Let's see how our good people are doing.
Edward had reached a level of satisfaction and peace he'd had no idea existed. It was early morning. He was really only half awake, resting with his head on Bella's shoulders. He was studying her nipples intently, passing a slow fingertip around the ridges of her areola.
Bella was awake too. She scratched her fingers through his hair, rubbing him right behind his ear like he was a cat. She yawned and sighed. "Edward. Come on. Make a choice. Which shirts?"
"Hmm." Edward let his fingers find the curve of her breast. "How about no shirts? I'm a big fan of no shirts."
She snorted. "You're a big fan of me getting arrested?"
"Oh. That might be a problem."
"Come on." She tugged on the hair at his nape gently. "Make a choice."
Edward's heartbeat doubled for a few beats before it calmed down again. He let his hand splay over her torso. "How about a classic?" he said, pleased when his voice came out steady. "Leia and Han?"
These days, Edward and Bella had a wide and varied variety of matching shirts they wore almost every time they went to Disneyland. His Beauty, Her Beast. His Minnie, Her Mickey. On and on and on.
Rarely, very rarely, they wore the I Love You, I Know shirts they'd been wearing when they met. The shirts came with history, both of them bought with other partners.
Still—the shirts were the reason they were together.
Bella chuckled. "Feeling nostalgic today, are you?"
"Something like that." He shifted and straddled her, lowering his head to nip and suck at her neck.
"Edward," she said with a breathy sigh. She cupped her hands at his hips. "We're going to be late."
He snorted and kissed a trail down to her breasts. "Disneyland won't mind if we're not there at gate opening you know." He reached between them, taking his cock in his hand and running it along the length of her slit, teasing. "But if you really want to go…"
She groaned, arching her hips up off the bed, trying to coax him in. "You are not a nice person."
"Uh huh." He kissed her, hard, swallowing each of her breathless gasps. "You want me."
"Do not." In spite of her words, she wiggled beneath him, her body moving against his.
"Liar, liar pants on fire."
"I'm not wearing pants." She locked her legs around him, pulling his lower body hard against hers. "And you jumped me."
"Mmhmm." He thrust, his cock still slip-sliding against her without penetration.
"That's it." She bucked, putting enough space between them that she had room to maneuver. "Now you're going to have to do some work. I know how lazy you are at dark o'clock, but just remember...you brought this on yourself."
"What are you—" But Edward's question cut off in a moan. Bella had flipped over onto her hands and knees, her pert ass right in front of him. She gave it a wiggle and looked over her shoulder.
"Hard and deep. You know how to hit the spot. If we're going to be late, you sure as hell better make it worth my while, you damn tease."
He grunted as he straightened up, getting into position on his knees behind her. "If you insist," he said with a put-upon sigh, and then he slid inside her.
They both whimpered as he began to move. He loved her like this. Loved the shape of her body. He loved the feel of her hips in his hands as she moved with him, loved the way her back arched. He let his hands roam, feeling all her lines, cupping her breasts as they bounced.
He loved the escalation of her moans, from tiny to loud as he found the sweet spot inside her. He loved being enveloped in her, deep and hot.
He fucked into her hard, just the way she liked, though his hands moved on her with tenderness. "I love you," he said on a groan. He grunted, breathless, lost in her. "Christ, I love you so much."
It was big, this love for her. It filled him, and he filled her and she pushed back against him, opening and accepting him. She called his name—a plea and an endearment all at once.
When they were both spent, he collapsed back to the bed, gathering her close against him. He pressed open-mouthed kisses to the moist, salty skin of her shoulders. He wrapped his arms around her waist, buried his nose in her hair and just breathed her in.
It was easy to believe in fate and soulmates when he was with Bella like this, in the small hours of the morning when the world was still relatively quiet. What else could explain how they'd found each other? How they'd both been free, however unwillingly, and marked for each other? He couldn't have picked her for himself. It had to be fate. And he could never quite explain how he belonged to her and she to him. He'd never felt that for another person—part of them, unique yet also part of a greater whole.
Bella yawned, scratching her fingers through his hair. "Just in case you were wondering, I changed my mind."
"You're a really nice person. I like you."
He snorted. "I like you too."
She hummed. Her fingers, in his hair, slowed.
Edward's eyes snapped open. He rolled to the side, away from Bella, and put his feet on the floor.
"Where did you go?" Her voice was groggy.
He reached over, hand on her waist, and gave her a little shake. "Get up. We're late for Disneyland."
"Disneyland doesn't love us as much as this bed loves us." She wrapped her fingers around his and tugged. "Come back."
"Nope. This Disney day was your idea. We're the kind of couple who keeps our promises."
Her scowl was meant to be frightening, but he thought it was adorable. "We're about to be the kind of couple who sleeps in different rooms," she threatened.
Edward made his way over to her side of the bed. He leaned down so they were nose to nose. "I'll take my chances."
With that, he lifted his naked princess up into his arms. She squeaked in surprise, wrapping her arms around his neck. "You're going to throw out your back, and I'm going to laugh."
"Sure you will." He set her down just outside the shower and reached in to turn it on. "You wasted so much time seducing me, that we're just going to have to shower together."
She reached around and pinched his ass. She stepped into the shower, pulling him in with her. "It's an exercise in futility. You're too filthy to ever get clean."
He put the bar of soap in her hands and then guided them to his chest. "You'll just have to do your best," he said with a wink.
"We're over an hour late," Bella said as they got out of the car in the Mickey and Friends parking structure.
He shouldered the backpack he'd brought and reached out to take her hand. He pulled her against him, leaning down so smaller ears wouldn't hear. "I didn't hear you complaining when I was giving it to you so good."
She elbowed him in the side playfully and shouldered her own backpack. "I can get it from you anytime I want."
He snorted. "Right, but Disneyland is only here for a limited engagement."
"The line for Space Mountain is off the charts now. That's all I'm saying. We have things to do. Get a move on."
When they got to the entrance plaza, they first rented a locker, stashing Bella's backpack there before heading into the park.
Four years into their relationship, Edward rarely felt the ghosts of girlfriends past when he walked around this place. It belonged just to the two of them. It was different being here with Bella, after all. And wasn't that the strangest thing about having loved and lost? The same things became different because of whom you shared them with.
Everything with Bella was different. Better. Best. He might have found happiness if his life had gone a different way, but not like this.
It was nice, too, because, having found something so special and rare, he held no ill will for the minor heartaches that had brought him to Bella. He could think back on his time with Kate with fondness, remembering the good times and letting go of the bad.
He had no regrets in life, and he had a partner he could share himself with;, past, present, and future.
"Does it bother you that Alice and Jasper are talking more?" Edward asked, his mind on the subject of ex's and bygones.
Bella chuckled, wandering into the Starbucks on Main Street where they usually grabbed a coffee before they got down to the serious business of the day. "It's kind of a relief. I thought I was going to feel bad that he moved back here to a new part of the state where he doesn't have any other friends." She shrugged. "You know how I feel. He's still a good person. I don't feel bad when other people like him."
She tilted her head. "How about you? Are you okay with it?"
Edward snorted. "It's Alice. She's never shied away from giving her friends a hard time if she thinks they deserve it. If he's masochistic enough to put up with her, it's no business of mine."
"Ha. I love your sister." She leaned up and kissed his cheek. "Almost as much as I love you."
"I'm still first though, right?"
She flashed him a grin but kissed the tip of his nose. "For now."
They drank their coffee and rode a few of the easier to get on rides. Edward had discovered some time ago he liked the sedate Storybook Land Canal—a ride where a boat rode down canals while a cast member pointed out the miniaturized versions of Disney favorites like the park from Peter Pan, and the villages from other movies.
Edward liked to watch Bella. He liked the dreamy look she got on her face and the way she hummed A Whole New World when they drove under the arches of flowers like Aladdin and Jasmin did. He especially liked that she held his hand and rested her head on his shoulder.
Since they were in the area, they took a spin on the teacups and hopped on Alice in Wonderland. When they got off that ride, Bella checked her phone.
"Okay. The Fast Passes are all lined up. Are we ready for this?"
Edward hiked the pack he'd been carrying up on his shoulder, smirking at her. "Born ready, babe."
Their Disney mission—because Annual Passholders often came to Disneyland with a purpose in mind—was to take staged photos on all the rides that snapped pictures during the ride. Hence, they had a backpack full of props. The theme was Game Day.
The first thing was to make sure they got the front seat. Most Cast Members didn't have a problem with that request providing the day wasn't insanely busy. They opted for their biggest prop on Space Mountain—a Monopoly game board on which they'd carefully glued hotels and a stack of money in the middle. They were both laughing their fool heads off, trying to get into position in time in the dark as the roller coaster twisted and turned. But, they managed it. The end result had them posing, Bella shaking a stack of money at him while he smirked at her with the board game between them and the strangers behind them screamed.
"Best," Bella said, still cackling as they made their way back out into the Southern California sunshine.
Splash Mountain was a little trickier because the seats were one in front of the other instead of side by side. For that ride, they'd rigged a house of cards that could be folded down when not in use. Edward, twisted slightly around in his seat, held the cards steady while Bella reached over his seat as though in great concentration, a card in her hand.
In California Adventure, California Screaming offered a different challenge because of the harness. They couldn't twist as much and so each held up five playing cards as though playing poker.
Finally, they only had Guardians of the Galaxy left. That one was a drop ride where the picture was taken just before the drop from the tallest part of the tower. They had a glued together Jenga tower—a few pieces sticking out at random—that Bella held while Edward mimed going for a piece right at the bottom. That one turned out great because the kid in the seat next to them had seen what they were doing and his face was caught between screaming his face off and a classic what-the-fuck expression.
"Gold," Edward said, scrolling through the pictures on his phone as they made their way back to the lockers.
They exchanged one backpack for the other, and disappeared into separate bathrooms to get changed. Edward shook his head at his reflection. If someone had told him he'd be dressed up like a Dapper Dan—a member of the barbershop quartet that performed on Main Street in Disneyland—willingly, he'd have laughed. But, he had to admit he looked snazzy. He smirked at himself, adjusted his boater, and headed outside.
Only a few minutes later, his lady fair emerged. He whistled, charmed at the sight of her and the dress that matched his outfit—frills and bright stripes. He took her by the hand and spun her in circle so her dress twirled around her shapely legs. Her smile was soft, and she kissed his sweetly. "You rock that bowtie."
He offered his arm and started whistling as they strolled back to Disneyland's entrance. "Daisy, Daisy give me your answer, do," he crooned, singing a song popular with barbershop quartets.
Bella raised an eyebrow. "Proposing, Edward."
Shit. Abort. Abort.
He drew her arm across him, wrapping his other hand around her waist. "Hello my baby, hello my honey, hello my ragtime girl," he sang instead.
"Michigan J. Frog belongs to the Warner Bros. Thou shalt not profane Disneyland with that."
He thought a moment as they scanned their passes to be let into the park. As soon as they were through, he leaned in close. "Chicks and ducks and geese better scurry. When I take you out in the surrey. When I take you out in the surrey with the fringe on top."
He bowed his knees, bouncing to the tune as they walked. Bella pressed her lips together, trying not to smile and failing. She glanced around, her cheeks going pink when she realized there were people staring. So, of course, he upped his performance.
"Watch that fringe and see how it flutters. When I drive them high steppin' strutters. Nosey folks'll peek through their shutters and their eyes will pop!" He was strutting now, pulling her along with him, throwing his free hand out theatrically.
By the time he'd finished his song, there were a number of people following them discreetly. They clapped and whistled. He flashed a grin at Bella who rolled her eyes at him. "You should feed me if you're going to expect me to keep up with you tonight. You're in a mood."
He couldn't control his smile. He was in a mood. "Already three steps ahead of you, sweet cheeks." He pulled her over to the entrance of Adventureland. "As it turns out, we have reservations."
Her eyebrows shot up in surprise. "Do we?"
They made their way to New Orleans Square, where Edward had made reservations at the swankiest restaurant in the park, Club 33 aside. The Blue Bayou was located just where the Pirates of the Caribbean ride began. It was made as though the restaurant were on the waterfront. Edward made sure they were sitting at a table where they could watch the Pirate boats sail by, primed for adventure.
After a delicious dinner, they strolled hand in hand to the Royal Swing Big Band Ball.
Over the last few years, Edward and Bella had taken many dance lessons together. It had been one of the first things on their list of conquering couplehood. Bella had thought for a long time that she could never be as good as Edward, but she was also stubborn as hell. She'd worked hard.
Today was their second big outing, showing off their skills in public. It amused Edward to no end that Bella was so eager. He laughed as she dragged him straight out onto the floor in the middle of the song. He only barely had enough time to touch his hand to his pocket, making sure the item he needed was still there.
They danced. One song. Two. Three.
On the fourth song, one Edward knew intimately, his heart started to speed. He danced smoothly as ever with Bella until the very end of the song. He spun Bella away from him and then, in the only move he'd practiced repeatedly without her, he got to the item in his pocket with his free hand, and slid down on one knee as he swung her back to him.
Bella skittered to a halt, giving a startled yelp to find him not where she expected. It was lucky she'd learned to let her body follow his silent commands, as all good dance partners did. Otherwise, she would have ended up falling over him as she'd likely expected to end up in his arms.
A collective gasp went through Bella and the dancers nearby as they registered what Edward held in his hand. A ring box. Bella's free hand shot to her mouth. An excited murmur went through the crowd and Edward and Bella found themselves at the center of a ring of people. The band stopped playing.
Edward smiled. Surprisingly, he wasn't nervous. He'd never been more sure of anything in his life.
He wasn't even that surprised when Bella burst out laughing before he could get a single word out. She leaned down, shaking her head at him. "What, are you trying to go viral this time?" she said, soft enough that not many people could have heard.
His grin only widened. "Hush. Let me do this." He cleared his throat and put on a serious face. "Bella Swan. I love you more than any other Disney Prince has ever loved his princess." He winked. "Though I do have the advantage of having known you for more than an average of three days."
She laughed, her smile tender.
"This is it. The part where we ride off to our castle in the clouds. Dance at the big ball. Take our place as the king and queen of pride rock." He popped open the ring box with his thumb. The band of the ring there ended in a mermaid's tail set on either side with diamonds. "So, will you give me my happily ever after, Bella? Will you marry me?"
Her grin was as wide as his, her eyes shining with tears. She nodded. "Yeah. Yes."
A roar of cheers and whistles went up as he got to his feet and pulled her into his arms. He kissed her, wild and joyous. She giggled in his ear, holding him tight. "I do have one condition though," she said only for him to hear.
"Promise me our sequels will be better than Disney gets."
Now he was the one to laugh. He pulled back, taking her face in his hands and kissing her again. "Pixar quality sequels for us," he promised, and then, he kissed her again.
A/N: This fic was written for Ausha—the main reason I end up in Disneyland these days. I hope you enjoyed it, lovely.
Many thanks to my team, Packy, MoH, Mina, Eleanor, and the incredible Songster, who beta'ed this on her birthday! Additional thanks to Athena, another of the Disney Squad, for all her help and ideas.
I had fun with this one. I hope you did too.
Yes, there's a strong possibility of an outtake with some schmoop. Thank you so much for your support. I hope you know how much your words mean to me.