I Hunger For Your Touch

The Honeymoon Fic, 6th story in the Unforeseen Events Series. Rated M for sexuality, mature themes and language.

As my readers know, I have OCD. I want ALL the details and I assume you do, too. So we'll be getting to the lemons, but there are six whole pages of story in this chapter before you get one. New readers: be aware, my Bella and Edward are not as shy as you're accustomed to:D

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There used to be a graying tower alone on the sea.
You became the light on the dark side of me.
Love remained a drug that's the high and not the pill.
But did you know,
That when it snows,
My eyes become large and
The light that you shine can be seen.

I compare you to a kiss from a rose on the gray.
The more I get of you,
The stranger it feels, yeah.
And now that your rose is in bloom.
A light hits the gloom on the gray.

There is so much a man can tell you,
So much he can say.
You remain,
My power, my pleasure, my pain, baby
To me you're like a growing addiction that I can't deny.
Won't you tell me, is that healthy, babe?
But did you know,
That when it snows,
My eyes become large and the light that you shine can be seen.


I've been kissed by a rose on the gray,
I've been kissed by a rose
I've been kissed by a rose on the gray,
...And if I should fall along the way
I've been kissed by a rose
...been kissed by a rose on the gray.

There is so much a man can tell you,
So much he can say.
You remain
My power, my pleasure, my pain.
To me you're like a growing addiction that I can't deny, yeah
Won't you tell me, is that healthy, babe?
But did you know,
That when it snows,
My eyes become large and the light that you shine can be seen.

(Chorus X 2)

Now that your rose is in bloom,
A light hits the gloom on the gray.

Chapter 1: Departure

Bella's pov:

We left a very hopeful picture behind us. All these beings: special and unique, united to wish us happiness, waving and hollering farewell from the porch steps.

Us: Edward and me. Vampire and human. It didn't matter, ultimately. It was the way our souls cleaved together that mattered.

"I suggest you try to have a rest, Mrs Cullen, because you might not be getting much sleep during the next 16 hours. Your blanket and pillow are in the back."

"What would I do without you, Mocha-chino?" I asked, yawning and stretching languorously.

"I don't know, my love. Let's keep it that way."

"You're so thoughtful."

"Because I love you, Minx."

"That's why we're here, Beautiful."

I kissed his smooth cheek, and he chuckled softly. In truth, I was tired. It had been a very long day. Almost 22 hours since I'd slept, and that sleep had not exactly been restful, with butterflies in my stomach over the wedding and Edward absent from my bed. If I had my way, he'd never be out of my bed again.

As soon as we turned the corner, leaving the Cullen house behind, Edward floored the accelerator. I reclined my seat, reached behind me, and grabbed my pillow and afghan. Tucking the pillow between my head and the window, I turned my body sideways and pulled my legs up on the seat, watching my mate. I may have drooled a little. I never seemed to be able to get enough, even though we had sneaked upstairs again, had some fun and done some quick redecorating before saying our goodbyes.

"Sleep, Bella," Edward growled, smirking at me.

"You expect me to sleep after all this excitement?"


"I wonder when they'll discover our mess," I wondered, smirking. We had purposefully set about, destroying Edward's bed and bath rooms. Just to shock them all. "Did Alice See?"

"No. She wasn't paying attention when she should have been, and then, when she was paying attention, I bamboozled her by waffling about leaving it. I think she'll be too busy tonight with Jazz to even notice," Edward laughed delightedly. "She's going to be so mad. And the rest of the family will think I've grown horns."

I joined him in a loud fit of laughter. I could just see their faces. Payback was fun.

I gulped down some air, clearing my throat. "Only one horn, Mr Cullen." I caressed it, flirting with him. "And it is shockingly large and almost always poking at me."

"Minx, you remember what happened the last time you did that in a car?"

"You could pull over," I coaxed.

"Woman, obey me!" he teased, trying to dazzle me and drive at the same time.

"No. Want a quickie?"

"Never a quickie. Always, a longie." Edward eyed me seductively.

"I can't believe you just quoted 'Love At First Bite'!" I howled.

"Well, it's a great movie," he shrugged.

"A great awful movie," I corrected.

"I told you, I'm having my way. So suck it up, precious. If you don't sleep now, you're apt to fall asleep at an inopportune moment," Edward flirted with me, looking at me sidelong.



I huffed a sigh. "Fine." I shut my eyes, but couldn't let go. "Can I at least get a hint?" I pestered.

"Not a chance. I've kept it secret this long. You expect me to cave now?" Oh, he was definitely enjoying himself.

"You are the most stubborn person on the planet."

"It takes one to know one, dear heart." His twinkling golden eyes flickered over to me. I tried to put on a stern face, failing abysmally.

"You know I don't like surprises, Edward."

"Mrs Cullen? Not all surprises are bad. Many, in fact, are very pleasant. And I like nice surprises, so I suggest you get used to them." Edward started humming my lullaby, and, predictably, I konked out.

In no time at all, we had parked the Guardian at Sea Tac and had joined the line-up to check in and obtain our boarding passes. Edward was the model of composure. I, conversely, was groggy. Two in the morning. Crap. I sat down on one of our two huge suitcases, and leaned my head against Edward's leg with a sigh. His hand reached automatically to stroke my hair, still crimped from the braids.

"Be done soon, Minx, and then you can sleep on the plane," he reassured me.

"Aw. Tired dearie?" I opened my eyes with difficulty. A very, very elderly lady was smiling down upon me. Barely. She had to be smaller than Alice, I realized. I wondered if she weighed 60 pounds. Huh. A little old pixie. Would Alice have looked like her, had she remained human?

"Yes, ma'am. It's been a very long day," I yawned and blinked. "Please excuse me."

"Your young man looks fresh as a daisy," she teased.

"Husband." Edward and I said together.

"Oh!" she replied, surprised. "Oh, do excuse me. I don't mean to pry." She had a bit of a Southern drawl. "In my day, it was usual to get married at your age, but it seems such a rarity now," she smiled engagingly at us through her very thick glasses. I liked her instantly.

"Well, Edward is very old-fashioned."

"Then you were wise to marry him. Old-fashioned fellows are the best kind. Are you going on your honeymoon, then?"

"Yes, ma'am." Edward looked like the lion who ate the lamb. Hmm. Maybe he would, later...

"Where to?"

"Secret," he snickered.

"Oh, how you do remind me of my Bertram," she laughed, patting Edward's hand affectionately. "I hope you won't mind an old lady talking to you, but when I heard your nickname for your young lady, it caught my attention. Bertram used to say I was his minx, you see."

"You don't say," Edward looked at me, winking. "Where are you from, ma'am?"

"Biloxi. I'm headed home now. Came to see my son and his family."

"Well, well! It's a small world. My adopted sister was born in Biloxi. She has a cousin there somewhere, I believe." Edward didn't sound the least surprised. I wouldn't be surprised if he knew everything about this lady, already.

"Might I know this person, son? I know a lot of families. By what name is this cousin known?"

"Uh, I'm not sure. The mother's name was Cynthia. Cynthia Brandon."

The old lady looked a little taken aback. "Sonny, are you joshing me?"

"No, ma'am."

"Sonny, my maiden name was Brandon. I am Cynthia Brandon Richards. But my Mary is 67 now. And she wasn't born a Brandon. She was a Richards. Just how old is your sister?"

"She's twenty, ma'am."

"Well, it must be a coincidence, surely. I'm 97 years old, and I don't know any Brandons anymore. I was the only child, after my sister Mary died. There were no boys to carry on the family name."

"I'm sorry to hear about your sister, ma'am."

"Thank you. It's a long time, but I remember her with love. She was a good big sister, always playing with me, but always nervous for some reason. They tell me she had fits, and one carried her away. Mama never really got over losing her."

"Rum break. And you have a son?" Edward asked casually.

"I have two sons, Albert and Daniel. And Mary Alice. And ten grandchildren, and fourteen great-grandchildren," she beamed proudly. "What's your sister's name, sugar?"

"As it happens, her name is Alice. She's married, too, to a very nice young guy named Jasper Whitlock Hale. He's from Texas."

"My, my. That's a fine romantic name for a Southern gentleman. And her name is Alice. Isn't that something. There must be a family connection somewhere. And what might your names be, pretty girl?"

"Cullen. Bella and Edward," I stammered.

"Edward and Bella Cullen. Well, it's been lovely to meet you, children." She clasped her tiny, arthritic hands to ours, showing surprising strength for someone her age.

"Lovely to meet you, too, ma'am. We'll have to tell Alice about you. I'm sure she'll find this coincidence highly interesting." Edward looked down at me through his lashes.

"Kismet, I'm sure. I'll tell you what, dearie, I'm going to give you my phone number. Perhaps your sister can find her cousin, if she is so inclined. I would be happy to ask my family what they know."

"I'm sure my sister would be most grateful, Mrs Richards." The sprightly nonagenarian borrowed Edward's pen, and carefully wrote her phone number on the back of her son's business card. She presented it to Edward, who pocketed it, and his pen, with thanks.

"I wish you a long and joyful life together, Bella and Edward Cullen. God bless you both." We thanked the old lady, and she marched energetically up to the counter to be served.

I turned to Edward and looked at him, wide-eyed. He shrugged and smiled crookedly at me.

We obtained our boarding passes and approached Security. "Uh-oh," Edward said, pausing. "Go through the scanner and meet me in the waiting area in ten minutes, love." I looked down to discover my ticket and boarding pass in my hand. Then, Edward was gone. Simply gone.

I marshaled myself, not wishing to attract attention, and stepped up to the scanner. Wow. It gave a full body read out: heart rate, x-ray, temperature, metal, ... everything. No wonder Edward disappeared.

Taking my purse back from the guard with thanks, I sat down, fretting internally, in a waiting area close to the gate. Next to it were washrooms. I nearly fell out of my chair when Edward stepped calmly out of the men's room, drying his hands on a paper towel. He dropped it in the trash as he approached me.

"Getting trickier to take public transport every year." Edward muttered, rolled his eyes, sat down beside me and put his hand on my crossed knee. He barked a laugh. I weakly echoed it.

"Now I need a human moment," I admitted. Edward chuckled. He didn't take his own safety nearly seriously enough. Or, I thought, perhaps humans were too easy to fool and my apex predator didn't have to worry about his safety. I wondered which explanation was correct, or if the answer might be a combination of both. Oh, well. Guess I'd be finding out for myself, someday.

"How did you get past them?" I mouthed.

"I'll explain at a more auspicious moment, dear."

"You just like appearing mysterious," I teased.

"Oh, yeah," he admitted, eyes smouldering.

Before I knew it, we were making our way down the aisle of the plane into our first class seats. Edward said the plane would stop to refuel in Houston, but we would continue our journey south.

My husband encouraged me to take the window seat. They were comfy leather, and they reclined. There was no passenger in the aisle seat. My clever husband had bought a ticket for it, too. Edward stretched his elegant legs out in front of him, obtained the blankets from his seat pocket and mine, and shook them out over us. Reaching under the blanket, he located something: my foot. I squealed and kicked as he tickled. Suddenly, I was wearing an extra, fluffy sock.

"Come, now, Mrs Cullen. We can't have you getting cold," my husband crooned, laying light kisses on my mouth and nose, while he applied the other sock to my remaining foot.

"I'm feeling plenty warm right now, thank you, Mr Cullen. I could actually use something to cool me off." I put the foot in his lap, caressing his privates.

He growled a little, massaging it for me. "I don't think your strategy is working," he said archly. "You're not cooling off, you're heating up. Behave, Minx."

The flight attendants did their normal thing, explaining exits, escape plans, washrooms, blah, blah, blah. I ignored them. I was sitting beside my escape plan. And he was much more engaging than the demonstration. I stared at him, lips parted.

Chuckling, Edward pulled me into his arms and I rested my head on his shoulder. "Stop fluttering those long eyelashes at me, brat. I want you well-rested."

"So you can read my mind, now that we're married?" I pouted.

"I don't need to be a mind reader to know what you're thinking right now, you vixen. I can smell your intentions coming." What a cheater. Edward reached over our heads and turned out the light. Around us, other passengers were getting settled. I sighed. Well, he said I wouldn't be getting much rest for many hours. Hopefully, that included some time in my happy place.



Edward chuckled when I jumped up, squealing, and put my legs around his middle. He stood with me wrapped around him, in the Houston Airport, with my butt in his hands, looking like a naughty but unapologetic kid. Again. Then he told me Rio was just another stop along our way.

I wilted in his arms, draping my head and arm over his shoulder like a worn out toddler. "We're not going to Antarctica, are we?" I moaned.

"Certainly not. I've been a virgin long enough, thank you. I know you like warm places, dearest. It might not be a sauna, but it will certainly not be cold. It's springtime where we're going."

"Ooh. A clue."

"Shut up."

"No way."

We grabbed a quick supper for me from a booth beside the boarding gate, and soon, our plane was ready to go again. On board, I watched a really dull movie. It reminded me of the alien B-movie that we watched the day Charlie pulled his gun on us. Same plot, same effect: no distraction from my libido. I'd do better to get some rest, I frowned, flipping off the TV and cuddling into Edward again.


It was pitch black when I woke up, and the plane was still smoothly riding the air currents. Something was jiggling me, however, and it wasn't the plane. Edward, I realized. Silent giggles were shaking his lithe frame.

"Sorry, sweetheart," he claimed, kissing the top of my head.

"Time's it?" I muttered blearily, stretching.

"Only 11:30, new time. Really, I'm sorry I woke you." That didn't stop his laughter, though.

"What's so funny?" I demanded grumpily.

Edward leaned down to hiss in my ear. "There are four couples getting busy up here," he claimed.

"Seriously?" My eyes darted around curiously, but I couldn't see Edward, never mind anybody else. It was too dark.

"Mmm-hmm," he squeaked, greatly entertained.

"Where's my Victorian gentleman? You normally wouldn't find that funny," I stated.

"I don't have to see these people again, Bella, so I can choose to be upset or I can laugh. I dunno. I just find it ... a bit ridiculous," he shrugged.

"Really," I said coolly.

"Um ... undignified," he said a little uncertainly. The giddiness was gone. Was I making him nervous?I smiled on the inside, but presented a poker face. It was easier to act when I couldn't see him.

"Is that so," I said, shifting my face closer to his, blindly. I breathed in his cool scent. My mate smelled so amazing. He seemed unsure of my intent. What a challenge. He had more of an idea a couple of seconds later, when my hand unzipped his khakis and crept inside them. I played with his curls, relishing the feel of him.

Edward tensed. "I have no intention of taking you to the washroom, Minx. Or taking you in the washroom, I should say. Or the galley. Or anywhere else aboard this aircraft."

"Who said anything about that, Mocha-chino? Relax." I liberated his twitching cock from his pants, and he shifted slightly under the blankets.

"You are a dangerous creature, Mrs Cullen," he whispered gruffly.

Edward relaxed, but something else was now stiff. A soft gasp escaped him as I ran my fingers along his shaft, capturing the pre-cum with my thumb and spreading it around. I stroked him slowly, fondling and caressing him. I still couldn't see his eyes in the dark cabin, but I knew he could see mine.

"Still sorry you woke me?" I asked, biting his stubbly chin and sucking on it.

"Uh ... no. Not sorry."

Edward sighed and sought my mouth. His unshaven cheeks brushed my jaw. He brought his lips repeatedly to mine, flicking his tongue. Teasing me. His right hand left my shoulder and crept under the blankets, where it tried to hitch my skirt up from behind. My left hand hastened to help. I bent my left leg under me on the seat, giving Edward access. He hooked my underwear to the side, exposing me. I felt an internalized growl thrum in his chest.

His hand crept around my hip to the front. The long fingers that Edward claimed had a mind of their own palmed and kneaded the outside of my vulva. My nipples hardened as his arm brushed against my chest. I felt myself swell and open, my vagina clenching repeatedly in anticipation of his touch. A trickle of moisture ran out of me onto the leather seat.

Somehow, Edward managed to pull one blanket off us and leave the other covering us. He wadded the first one up under me, protecting our clothes and the seats from my jism. "How on Earth did you do that?" I whispered incredulously.

"I have mad skills," he murmured, descending for more kisses and resuming his ministrations. Edward stroked and kneaded and pinched at my clit. I returned my attention to where it was wanted, squeezing and grasping him up and down his length.

Edward slid his finger inside me, targeting my gee. He applied pressure that my body automatically translated as heat. So good. I leaned my face against the crook of his neck, arching my back and grinding into his hand. Edward took his left hand and sheathed mine with it, guiding it up and down his cock. He was so wet. His breath came against my neck, rough and uneven.

My angel let his head fall, to rest on my shoulder, and inserted a second finger in me. He hissed softly as I hummed quietly in my throat. I slipped my right hand out from under his grasp, placing it on top of his left while he pleasured himself. He clenched his hand around his dick, milking it firmly. Feeling him move in the blackness was incredibly erotic. His movements became more primal as he neared his climax.

At the same time, Edward increased the speed of the fingers inside me, making them vibrate, and making me throb for him. His thumb traced lazy circles around my clit. I panted mutely in the thin air of the cabin. He breathed in my ear, his stubble rough against my skin. "Cum for me, Bella. Soak that blanket. Come, on. Now."

I hunched forward, bearing down, and released a stream of fluid into my mate's hand and onto the blanket. "Aahh!" he said with satisfaction. I did it again. Then, with his other hand, Edward thrust strongly into his fist. Every muscle in his body rippled and tensed. I slipped my fingers down to the base of his cock, feeling his ejaculate pulse out of the main vein as he came with a repressed grunt.

Edward kissed me quickly and reached around, swabbing himself and the seat with my ruined blanket. Then he stowed the blanket somewhere unseen. I wondered where it would turn up. Nowhere where it would be connected with us, I suspected. "Fix your clothes!" he urged me almost silently, buttoning and zipping his khakis.

No sooner had I adjusted my skirt, than the lights in the cabin went on and the intercom dinged. I blinked spasmodically in the relative brightness.

"Attention, passengers, this is your captain speaking. We are approaching the airport in Rio de Janeiro, Brazil. Approximate landing time will be in 20 minutes, at 12:38 am, Monday, August 15th, local standard time. Please adjust your watches, from Seattle's standard time, six hours forward.

"The sun will rise at 6:18 am and set at 5:37 pm. The temperature is expected to rise to 75° F today and may drop as low as 64° F tonight. If you are planning on swimming or boating, the Atlantic will be warm. Please fasten your seat-belts, turn off your electronic devices, and prepare for our descent." The message was repeated in Portuguese and Spanish, then the intercom clicked off loudly.

"Well, I'm glad you heard that coming," I smirked wryly at my mate.

"Sometimes my mad skills are highly useful," Edward agreed. "Look out your window, darling."

I opened my blind, and fell in love with the view. At least five dusky mountain ranges were visible, with millions of sparkling lights nestled in their midst. And I could see colourful lights along the coastline, too.


"Yes, Bella?"

"Just promise me, you'll occasionally try a few things that are ridiculous and undignified. With me."

"I promise, Mrs Cullen." He kissed my hand affectionately, and held it as we started our descent.