Disclaimer: I have absolutely no rights to these characters. The italicized bits at the beginning and the end are from Breaking Dawn by Stephanie Meyer.

AN: I fought long and hard against writing out my version of the honeymoon but it seemed like a logical first timid step into the world of Twilight fanfic. Also, Edward is hot so what was I supposed to do really? Enjoy!

"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.

The water lapped at our sides silently, he held me still against his chest, my feet no longer touching the sandy ocean floor. I held onto his broad shoulders and pulled myself up so I was eye level with him and placed my hand on his firm jaw, tracing his lips with my thumb.

"You're gorgeous in the moonlight as well as the sunlight," I whispered, leaning in to kiss him so softly that as I pulled away his lips were still puckered and his eyes were still closed, wishing for more. I smiled and let myself fall back from his body, my back breaking through the soft current below and engulfing myself completely in the dark water. I felt cold hands grip my arms and pull me back up. I couldn't help but smile. "I'm buoyant, I would have popped back up if you gave me a second."

"I missed seeing your face," a faint smile playing on his lips.

I shook my head, "You have eternity to stare at my face, we only have tonight to stare at that," I said, sliding out of his grip and floating on my back, an arm raised, pointing to the vast expanse of stars above us. His breathing quickened and he swiftly moved to float next to me, twisting our fingers together. My complete lack of clothing hadn't crossed my mind until he was next to me, his breathing erratic. I smirked. Now he knew how I felt most hours of the day. "Are you going to be ok over there?" I asked, a smile in my voice.

"You're something else, Mrs. Cullen," he said and nudged me with his elbow. I smiled lazily. I had to admit, it had a nice ring to it.

"Edward," I breathed. He turned his head towards me, careful to not submerge half of his face in the process. I appreciated the effort, knowing that he could be completely submerged and he would still be able to hear every word I uttered. I unhooked our fingers and ran my hand up the inside of his arm, pulling him closer to me.

"What is it, darling?" he asked, taking in my contented smile and removed my hand from his arm, snaking his arm around my back instead and holding be as closely beside him as possible. The shift in position should have made me unbalanced and sink slightly, but his grip was so tight that wasn't possible. The feel of his hand on the naked flesh of my waist sent a shock of desire through my body.

"I'm just – I don't know. It's everything I never knew I wanted. This night, the sky, the beach, this place. You." He tightened his grip on my waist and I placed my hand over his, turning my head slightly to the right, trying to not get water in my eyes and mouth. His lips twitched into a half-smile watching me struggle.

"Let's head back to the house," he suggested and I turned my head back towards the heavens. My heartbeat quickened, knowing what going back to the house would mean for both of us. "Unless of course you plan to float to Africa," he nudged me again and I sunk my legs back into the warm water smiling. I brought my body back upright, kicking my legs and moving my arms to keep myself afloat. I nudged him back.

"All right I get it, Mr. Cullen. Sorry for trying to set the mood," I joked.

"Race you back to the shore," he said with a smirk, maneuvering his body so he was making the same movements as me, about a foot of distance between us.

"Oh you're just so funny, aren't you?" I giggled, splashing a little water at him.

"That was a bad idea, silly girl!" he said and then ducked completely in the water leaving barely a ripple or any sign he was ever there. For a minute I thought I had dreamt the whole thing and he really had never been there. The water was just as still as though he didn't exist. I expected to feel cold hands on my sides any second, but time ticked by and I started to feel panicked. He hadn't resurfaced and all my better logic flew out the window as my brain decided he'd somehow lost his gift of optional breathing and had drowned. I started twisting around, this way and that, trying to catch a glimpse of him beneath the surface but there was nothing except the waves created by own movement.

"Edward?" I called out, my breath quickening and my heartbeat racing.

"Yeah?" I heard off in the distance, it sounded like he was giggling. I spun around, trying to see him through the dark, wishing the moon were just a little brighter.

"Edward? Where are you? I can't see you!" The panic hadn't subsided completely. I was scared I could only hear his voice again like when he'd left me "for my own good" a year ago.

"Silly girl, I'm right here. Look along the beach near the house." My eyes darted everywhere and then I saw him, barely visible against the white sand that mirrored his skin. If it hadn't been for his hair and the dark shorts he'd slipped into, I wouldn't have been able to make him out at all. I swam like hell back to the shore, ready to give him a piece of my mind. When I got to a depth where my feet could feel the sand again, however, I came up with a different plan.

As slow as possible I inched my way out of the vast expanse of the ocean. Water droplets rolled down my body and I shook out my hair like I'd seen in countless movies. Except I was completely and utterly naked. I could feel Edward's eyes locked on me but I didn't dare look at him, not yet. I pulled my hair to the side and rung it out, flipping it over my shoulder. I took a deep breath, trying to muster all of the self-confidence I could find and strode fully out of the water and towards him, locking my eyes on his face.

His face was stretched, his jaw clenched tightly and he was ringing a large fluffy towel in his hands. The towel was trembling. If he'd had the ability, his whole face would have undoubtedly been flushed completely red. I sauntered right up to him, putting my hand out.

"Is that for me or were you planning to massacre it?" I asked with a smirk, place my hand over his, gripping the towel.

"I – um – yes. For you," he stammered, shaking it out and wrapping it around me. I slid it under my arms and secured it there. It was rewarding to leave the most eloquent man I'd ever known completely and utterly speechless. His mouth was still agape as I slid past him, towards the house. I could feel him walking closely behind me, his breathing still uneven. The cool air of the house hit me as I stepped into the square of light on the sand that was given off by a lamp on the bedside table. "Stop!" Edward choked. I froze mid-stride. I had to admit I'd been waiting for this, hoping against hope that he'd be able to keep himself together and stick to the promise he'd made me but knowing that my demand may have been a pie in the sky dream. For a beat there was nothing, no movement from him and no further instruction. I was about to turn to look at him and apologize for taking it too far when I felt his breath at the nape of my neck. "I believe it's customary for the man to carry his wife across the threshold," he breathed, leaving a soft kiss on my shoulder.

I turned around to face him and he cupped my face in his hands, kissing my lips fully and pulling away to press his forehead against mine. He looked as though the weight of the world was on his shoulders.

"Edward, we can – we don't have to – it was wrong of me to push this –" I started but stopped when he smiled softly then became very serious and pressed his lips to mine again.

"I'm fine, I promise. I want to be able to do this for you. I love you so much."

"I love you, too," I purred, running my hand through his hair. His eyes were heavy and I could only imagine the thoughts that were running behind those gorgeous golden eyes, the torment he felt. He suddenly grabbed my hands in his and pulled his face from mine.

"What did I tell you, Bella?" For a moment I thought I'd done something wrong and I'd upset him. I moved my eyes to the ground and shook my head. "Before when you came and met me in the surf. What did you promise me?"

I looked back into his eyes now. They were soft, sincere and he was smiling for me. "I promise to let you know if you hurt me."

"Don't try to protect my feelings like you always do. Please, you have to be honest with me," he pressed his lips to mine, kissing my lips hungrily. I nodded and broke away briefly.

"I promise," I said, crushing my lips back to his, my hands roaming up his arms and locking around his neck. "I promise," I uttered again, moving from his lips to his chiseled jaw and kissing him lightly up to his ear and whispered, "Remember what I said. We belong together. Forever."

He nodded slightly with his eyes pressed shut and reclaimed my lips, slipping his tongue into my mouth. I kissed him slowly and eagerly and my towel began to slip from my body. Edward secured his arms around it, keeping it pressed to my body and with no effort scooped me up in his arms and carried me over the threshold, keeping his lips locked on mine. Old Bella would have scoffed at this sort of lovey-dovey nonsense, but I sighed deeply and slid my fingers through his hair.

I was on my back on the bed within seconds, Edward hovering over me, devouring my lips, kissing my neck, anything he could find. He was moving with a hunger I had never seen in him before and after a few minutes of what can only be described as him ravishing my body he pulled himself away, his hair going a million different directions from my tugging on it. He smiled down at me.

"Please excuse me, I lost myself in you for moment," he said, looking down. "You're just so lovely, Bella," he breathed. "Please help me keep this slow. I don't want to lose control."

"I don't know that I'm going to be much help, but I'll do my best for you. You're doing brilliantly, love. Not a scratch," I smiled, turning my arms over for him to see. He smiled and pushed his lips back to mine, softer this time. He left a trail of kisses from my mouth, across my face, down my jaw and to my neck. He froze for a second there and then without warning, snaked his tongue out of his mouth and licked the flesh of my neck. I inhaled sharply and he pulled his head away from my body. "No, please, that's good," I muttered, sliding my fingers back through his hair and pushing his face back to my neck. He slid his tongue along my neck, me writhing beneath him, and dropped soft kisses along my flesh as he made his way to my ear.

"You're so beautiful, Bella Cullen," he breathed in my ear. I opened my eyes halfway and smiled at him, leaning up to reclaim his lips.

He continued his slow torturous kisses down my neck and to my clavicle, taking the bone between his lips and using his tongue to slide up to my shoulder. My chest heaved up into him and he grinned into my shoulder.

"I'll have to keep that one in mind…" he muttered, still smiling against my skin. He slid across my body and did the same to my other side. His cold lips were a great relief on my over-heated skin. It felt amazing, my head was spinning.

Suddenly his hands, which had been holding my waist firmly, started fluttering north, sliding my hair away from the right side of my neck, his cold digits bringing goosebumps to my skin and showering them with kisses. His other hand slid up the length of my side, gripping my shoulder and then ghosting his hand to the top of my chest, playing idly with the top of the towel. I heaved my chest up to him again, needing his hands on me. He pulled my arms from around his neck and clasped them above my head and pulled back from my body. The index finger of his other hand slid down through my hair, gently over my face and lips, down my neck and to the top of the towel, hitched up right at the top of my breasts. I arched my back again, wanting to feel him. His eyes locked on mine, completely clouded over with passion. He slid his hand under the soft towel and pulled it back from under my arms, first one side, exposing just my left breast. His breathing became erratic again, his eyes heavy, but he kept them locked on mine. He pulled the other side of the towel open then and I lay completely naked and open to him. He didn't break away from my eyes for a second but I could see his Adam's apple move as he gulped to keep his composure.

Suddenly the nervousness crept back into my chest, twisting my stomach with a fear and excitement I'd never felt before. Not fear of him, never. Fear of the unknown. I wanted him to touch me everywhere at the same time. The feeling was almost too much to handle. But he stayed perfectly still. Bringing his hand back up to stroke my face. He kissed me sweetly. I could feel he was barely holding himself together at this point, but it was a wholly different kind of control he was losing.

"Please, Edward," I breathed into his lips as he kissed me. I pried one of my hands free from his grip and held his other hand against my face as I turned to kiss his palm, then slowly I guided his hand to my left breast, pushing his fingers to squeeze me gently. He groaned deep in the back of his throat and nuzzled his nose into my neck, inhaling deeply.

"I've been around for over 100 years and I have never in my existence felt anything as exquisite as this feeling," he murmured in my ear, his cold fingers still cupping my breast, kneading it and playing with it. He slid his hand back and let his fingers linger on my nipple. My back arched again and I moaned. The cold against my sensitive bud sent chills of pleasure down my spine. "You're amazing," he breathed, moving his hand to my other breast. I tensed and arched my back again as he continued his slow torture on my torso.

"Look at me, Edward, please," I breathed, my head lulling to meet his lips again.

"I only see you, love," he said against my lips.

"I want you to look at my body. I am yours, you can look," I said as I kissed his neck. It was his turn to inhale sharply.

"I didn't know if – "

"I know. I give you permission." His eyes slid down my body and suddenly his soft teasing wasn't enough and I needed more of him. I mustered up my strength and pulled my hand free from his and shoved his shoulder to try to turn him over onto his back. As expected, at first he didn't budge but then he cooperated and slid onto his back. I straddled his lower stomach, eliciting a groan from his lips. I kissed him hard, my hands sliding down his arms and across his chest. I slid my tongue and lips down his jaw, to his neck, nuzzling there for a moment, inhaling his intoxicating scent. If I was his heroin, he was my cocaine. My head swam with his scent as I kissed down his neck, dropping pecks along his broad shoulders.

Suddenly his hands were everywhere. They slid up my knees, my thighs, my hips, to my waist, resting there for the briefest of moments before sliding up further, taking my breasts in his hands again and returning to his slow agonizing torment. I flicked my tongue out at his nipple and his entire body when rigid for a split second. I smiled into his chest and did it again. Same reaction. I couldn't help trying it on the other side. Same results. His hands traveled up to my shoulders and pulled me back to his mouth forcefully.

"You're driving me absolutely crazy, darling," he growled and I pushed his shoulders back to the mattress and sat up so he could see me fully. My hair fell down around my shoulders, still half wet from our swim and I could see the desire written across his face. I adjusted myself on his lower stomach and he moaned. I did it again and he moaned louder.

"I'll have to keep that one in mind…" I repeated him from earlier and smirked. His eyes were pressed shut in pleasure and I went back to my own form of slow torture on his nipples. His body squirmed below me and at one point his hips bucked up off the bed. Feeling bold, I slid myself down his body, being careful to avoid the large bulge that had formed in his shorts. He groaned when I got even close. I kissed my way down his body from his nipples to the waistband of the black cotton shorts he'd thrown on after our swim. His breathing quickened and I looked up at him briefly to check on him. He had his eyes locked on me, his jaw was clenched but he looked like he was reasonably in control so I slid his shorts down a centimeter. I looked up again to check on him and he was still staring down at me. I slid them down little by little until he was kicking them off at his ankles. I looked at him, completely bare in front of me and I couldn't help but smile. This man was absolutely perfect and he was mine. My eyes drank him in from his tousled hair to his lust-filled golden eyes, his full pouting lips, his chiseled jaw, his perfectly muscled chest – he was unbelievable.

He grabbed me by the arm and pulled me down to kiss me hard. My right hand rubbed circles down his chest, knowing exactly what I wanted to do next. I was terrified, my heartbeat quickened but I pushed on. Knowing what just sitting beside his hardened length had done to him made me want to do more, to make him feel how much I loved him. My hand snaked down his body and I kept expecting him to stop me but he never did. I pulled away from his lips so I could look into his eyes as I wrapped my hand around him. His eyes snapped shut and he let out a low growl, hardening more in my hand.

I leaned into his ear and whispered softly, "I love you," and then began stroking him. I was surprised at how natural the feeling was, how I wasn't unsure at all about what I was doing. Edward's eyes stayed closed and his breathing came in short sputtered gasps as I slid my hand up and down his length, quickening my pace. One of his hands pulled me closer to him, while the other gripped the sheets between his fingers.

He bucked his hips up to meet my movements and growled "God Bella, please –" but I was already on the move. I kissed his lips quickly as I slithered down his body. I stopped moving my hand when I found my mouth hovering inches from him. This I was apprehensive about. I had absolutely no idea at all what I was doing and I was terrified to disappoint him. His eyes locked on mine, daring me to do it. I leaned down and kissed the tip softly and he nearly bucked off the bed. I did it again and was rewarded with the same reaction. The third time I got bold and slid the head of his dick between my lips. He yelped, a sound I had never heard come out of him before and before I knew what had happened, he was back on top of me, pushing his tongue in my mouth feverishly. I met his speed with little issue and leaned up into the kiss, locking my arms around his neck.

"Damn girl," he breathed heavily, breaking away from my lips to pull himself together again for a moment. His breath was coming out in spurts and his shoulders were shaking. I slid my tongue along the cold, hard skin of his neck and smiled.

"And here I was just getting started," I smiled into his flesh as he wrapped his arms around me and laid me back on the bed.

"We have our whole lives for foreplay. I need you now, my Bella." The fingers of his right hand trailed along my neck and down my chest, pausing briefly at my nipples to pinch them into hard nubs, a completely unnecessary task under his cold flesh. I buried my head in his neck, focusing on my own breathing as his fingers danced down my stomach, over my hipbone and to my left thigh. He reclaimed my lips, kissing me tenderly as his hand slid up and down my thigh, making me squirm under him. Torturously slow, he slid his hand up the inside of my thigh and cupped my warmth. "You're on fire," he breathed into my lips.

"Only for you," I managed to squeak as he began running the tip of his finger along the length of my slit. My hips bucked off the bed and he chuckled, sliding his other hand down to hold down my hip.

"Easy, darling," he cooed in my ear, dipping his index finger in between my folds. His cold hand on my core made me tremble and I thought I might completely lose my mind. He swirled his finger around my clit, making me mutter and sputter incoherent phrases about his hand and how much I loved him and something about needing more. His breathing was heavy as he moved his finger faster around my clit and I clenched my arms around his neck and shimmied and squirmed beneath him. He pressed his chest against mine to keep me from moving but that just sent me into another spell. The feeling of his cold chest against my burning flesh felt so amazing. I attacked his lips as his finger slid down to my opening and dipped into me. I broke our kiss as I cried out. He stopped moving instantly and froze.

"I'm ok. I'm fine. Sorry, it just – I mean, it's supposed to – you know, the first time…" I could barely form a sentence anymore. I just didn't want him to stop, it felt so good beyond that brief moment of surprise.

"Remember your promise," he whispered in my ear.

"I won't forget, but please – " I muttered and he cut me off with his lips. His finger pressed further into me. There wasn't much pain and I decided it was shock and not pain that caused that reaction the last time. He sunk his finger deeper into me still and I gasped and clutched his broad stone shoulders. He stayed still for another moment and let me adjust and then slid his finger in and out of me. My breathing came in short little bursts and my hair splayed out on the pillow beneath me. His mouth came to my ear and his tongue lashed out and licked my earlobe. My hips instinctively bucked against his hand again but his other hand kept me pinned to the mattress. "Edward, oh God, I need you. Please!" I begged, my body starting to shake. He pulled his finger out of me just then and pulled back from my body completely.

It took me a full minute to regain control of my senses and open my eyes. Edward had repositioned himself between my legs, staring down at my face waiting for me to give him the go ahead. I sat up, draping my legs on his thighs as I leaned up and pulled his lips down to mine. He kissed me fiercely, his tongue darting all around my mouth, tasting every crevice. For the first time in our relationship, he let me slide my tongue into his mouth and I groaned at the feeling. He was always so guarded, scared that the temptation would be too overwhelming, but he'd pushed himself to the brink tonight and he was beginning to trust himself. He pushed me back on the bed, his mouth still attached to mine, my arms linked around his neck and his hands sliding up and down my sides, grazing my nipples. And then he stopped. He pulled away from my lips and moved his hands to rest on my hips. My lips were full and bruised from the kiss and I slowly opened my eyes to look at him. His perfect face was just an inch from mine, eyes boring into me. He propped himself up by his arms, one on either side of me and my legs were open wide. I could feel his dick near my entrance and I bucked up slightly to feel him. He groaned deep in his throat and dropped his head to kiss my neck, nuzzling there for a second. He pulled his face back up and looked deep into my eyes.

"I promise to tell you if you hurt me," I said, preempting him. He closed his eyes briefly and when he reopened them I could swear he looked like he wanted to cry.

"I love you so much my Bella," he whispered, brushing his lips against mine ever so softly as he spoke.

"I love you too, Edward, more than words can say." He locked his eyes on mine and slid his right hand between our bodies, guiding himself to push into me. My eyes slammed shut, I couldn't let him see how much it hurt. It was a normal part of life for it to hurt but I wasn't sure he would trust that. He pushed a little farther in and I felt like my body was being torn in two. I had to imagine that this is what it felt like every girl the first time because I couldn't bear to think that for some reason it hurt any more because it was Edward. After all we had been through, that could hardly be considered fair. My body tensed and Edward's eyes never left my face. As I started to relax, he pushed farther in still and I almost made him stop it hurt so much.

"Breathe, Bella, don't forget to breathe," the sound of his voice inches from my face made me relax instantly. I opened my eyes and looked deep into his. I could see how much he was restraining himself for me. His deep understanding made me feel silly for trying to hide the pain. Of course he knew about it, I'm sure he'd done the necessary legwork before diving into this endeavor just like he did with every other task he tackled. "Does it hurt terribly, love?" he kissed my eyelids as I squeezed them shut again. I shook my head quickly.

"Just give me a minute," I choked out and he kept perfectly still. After a minute I opened my eyes again and looked into his. His lust and need hadn't subsided a bit and if anything he looked even more excited than before. And suddenly the pain was numbing and becoming more and more distant and all I could think was how much I needed this man and the overwhelmingly thought of our bodies being completely joined threatened to make me fall into a heap of tears. I kept myself together though and locked my arms around his neck, staring into his eyes. "Thank you for being patient with me, love," I whispered and rocked my hips against his. He growled deep in his throat and started rocking into me as well. The friction of our bodies felt incredible and the warmth between my legs swelled and enveloped both of us. He didn't feel frigid inside of me like I thought he would. All I could feel was hot fire surrounding us both as he slid in and out of me maddeningly slow.

He dipped to shift his weight onto his elbows, his hands slipping beneath me to hold my shoulders firmly so he could get more leverage as he quickened his pace in and out, in and out. We both were panting, his face hovering right above me. He leaned down to kiss me softly and pulled away quickly, keeping his face tense as my legs wrapped tight high around his waist.

"Oh Bella, that's…" he muttered into my neck, his thrusts becoming more ravenous by the second. My body reacted by bucking up in time to meet him. My head lulled from side to side, feeling the excruciating pleasure emanating from between us. I could feel a swell of heat in the pit of my stomach and I asked him not to stop. My hands clutched into his hair, I dug my nails into his shoulders and raked them up and down his back. I wanted to feel more of him.

His hair hung into his face as he continued staring down at me, he slid his hand down to pull my legs even higher around him and I heard him groan deep as he slid farther inside of me. My body began to shake, and sweat was pouring from me onto the bed below. He suddenly pulled my arms hard from his shoulders and pinned them at my sides hard with his hands.

"Edward, I'm going to – please don't – oh God!" I screamed as I started to spasm around him. My body was shaking uncontrollably as wave after wave of ecstasy crashed over me. I saw stars behind my eyelids and I felt dizzy, terrified and excruciatingly happy all at the same time. He moved roughly inside of me, feeling me lose control and his lips crushed mine. His feverish movements indicated his release would soon follow and he broke away from our kiss, moving his tongue to slither up my neck, stopping momentarily and then he grunted loud, his hips slamming into me and he buried his head in the pillow beside my head. His body twitched and rocked as he came inside of me.

We stayed still like that for a good five minutes, just trying to regain our composure. Edward was the first to move. He brought his head back to rest his forehead against mine and kissed me softly on the lips, locking his eyes on me.

"I love you," he said throatily and slid out of me, rolling onto his back next to me. Even though his skin was cold, I felt colder without him on top of me. I slid next to him, wrapping my arms tight around his chest, my head finding his nook and nestling into his body.

"Forever," I murmured, my entire body aching with exhaustion. "Thank you," I muttered into his chest as his hand came around to smooth down my hair. "I must look like a total mess right now," I said, smiling into him, he smiled back, pulling me closer to his body.

"You look gorgeous always. Especially in the afterglow," and he captured my lips tenderly with his. The sweetness of the moment was momentarily spoiled as I fell into a fit of giggles. "What's so funny, silly girl?" he asked, cocking his head to the side. I buried my face further into his chest and shook my head, still giggling. "What's got you?" he asked, a smile in his voice.

I choked back more laughter as I pulled my head up to look at him, "You know," I said, a smile lingering on my lips, "you lasted a pretty long time for a 17-year-old who waited 80 years to get laid." He shook his head, mussing my hair and laughing.

"Let's just say it took a lot of concentration, distraction and focus," he chuckled and pulled me closer to him, practically pulling me to lay in a ball on his chest.

"Is that what the kids are calling it these days?" I asked, still snickering, the giddiness an obvious side effect of the excitement of sharing something so intimate and dangerous and both living to tell about it. Edward pulled me up so my face hovered just above his and kissed me hard, rolling me onto my back. My giggles immediately subsided as he pressed his body into mine and suddenly it dawned on me: Edward didn't get tired like most men post-coital. I wouldn't have to watch him roll over and turn on ESPN and then drift off to sleep, an arm haphazardly draped over my stomach. We could make love all night and into the morning. I wrapped my arms around his neck, leaning further into the kiss and I immediately forgot what had been so funny.

The sun, hot on the bare skin of my back, woke me in the morning. Late morning, maybe afternoon, I wasn't sure. Everything besides the time was clear, though; I knew exactly where I was – the bright room with the big white bed, brilliant sunlight streaming through the open doors. The clouds of netting would soften the shine.

I didn't open my eyes. I was too happy to change anything, no matter how small. The only sounds were the waves outside, our breathing, my heartbeat...

AN: I'm not a big fan of AN's, but just to clear this up: the title comes from a song by the Beatles by the same name. I've always thought it to be one of the most sensual songs I've heard, mostly because of John Lennon's deep inhaling. Some of the lyrics make sense to this story, but for the most part, I feel like the feeling of the song compliments this story.