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The Only Honeymoon Rendition to Include Solo.	By : Blahsblah2001 Category: Twilight Series > Het > Bella/Edward Views: 6002 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-The Only Honeymoon Rendition to Include Solo.
- 2-Chapter Two
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I think in the original canon, we are meant to understand that Edward and Bella had sex the first time actually in the ocean. I cannot reconcile that situation with what I know of underwater sex and salt water. As such, I present to you my version of The Honeymoon Scene.
Thanks to my new beta, who has asked not to be identified (I think she's ashamed of my dirty writing) and therefore will be referred to only as 'Snuggles.'

Edward's arms wrapped around me from behind, drawing me slowly into the deeper water. And then his arms were gone from me. I turned slowly, but I could see nothing under the water. If it were daytime, I'm sure I would be able to see under the water, but now the only thing I could see was facets of moonlight reflecting on the water.
There was a splash behind me and I turned again, still seeing nothing in the water.
“Cut it out, Edward, this is creepy.”
Bubbles floated to the surface on my left, and I imagined him laughing under the chest-deep water. And then I felt it.
At first I thought something had bitten me, not that I could imagine anything around here that would do that. And then, as I considered the location, another thought occurred to me.
“Edward Cullen, did you just pinch my ass?”
“Of course I did,” he whispered in my ear. I hadn't even heard him leave the water. “Do you think anything else could even get close with me here?”
His arms wrapped around me again and I held them there, not that it would help. His cheek, warmed by the water, pressed against my temple. I turned my head, reaching his lips only by turning to the farthest angle my neck would allow. Grinning, he turned me around in the water, lifting me up above him so that he had to look up to kiss me. My arms and legs were wrapped around him. I felt weightless in the water. Not that I didn't feel weightless to him all the time.
I blushed as I realized the close proximity we had, trying not to think of exactly what was touching what. Almost as if he were intentionally trying to thwart me, Edward looked down instead of up. I gasped as his tongue took a bead of water off the top of my breast. At least five thousand questions begged for contemplation.
Do you think he can see under the water?
Do you think he's as nervous as I am?
Do you think he can hear me having a heart attack?
Do you think he's lifting me up higher to keep me from TOUCHING SOMETHING????
My heart skipped a beat.
His lips, which had previously been working their way up my neck, came to my ear.
“Are you sure you want to do this?”
I wasn't sure I could make my voice work, so I settled for nodding. His face drew back from mine, and he studied me carefully. The moonlight turned his skin to opal, tiny facets of pearlescent color flickering under the perfect planes of his skin. His eyes were bright, searching my face for any trace of doubt.
“I'm sure,” I managed to say without stuttering.
He was grinning his crooked smile, looking into my eyes. No one should be this lucky.
“Not yet,” he said.
“But soon?” I asked. We were heading for the beach.
“Soon,” he allowed.
When the water got too shallow he shifted my position,disengaging my legs from his torso and carrying me princess-style along a path to the side of the house.
“Not into the house?”
“No. If the salt dries on your skin it'll hurt.”
With all the worries about accidentally being crushed to death during sex, I guess that had slipped my mind. I wondered how Edward had remembered. Forget salt, sledgehammers wouldn't hurt my husband.
My pulse picked up at the word, a little shiver of excitement rippling though me as I considered it. Edward picked up his already impossible pace, and a moment later I was in water again. But this water was hot, like a bath.
“This island has hot springs.” It wasn't a question.
“There's lights here, too,” Edward said, pointing up. I couldn't see anything but the silhouettes of trees. “They're solar powered. Shall I turn them on?”
“No!” My face turned beet red. Where had all my confidence gone? Into Edward, evidently.
“Is the sight of me naked such a terrible thought?”
“No, not you, I would love to- I mean, um, it's not me seeing you it's you, um, seeing...”
And then he was laughing at me. I dropped to my knees, vanishing under the hot water where I couldn't hear him anymore. Only a moment passed before I felt strong arms pull me back to the surface.
“I can already see you, Mrs. Cullen,” he said, pulling me close.
“Oh,” I said dumbly. Mrs. Cullen. “Well I guess you can turn the lights on then.”
“Let's just go back to the house. Better lighting.”
“And less chance of drowning,” I mumbled.
“That too.”

The bedroom was beautiful. It was made even more beautiful by the god kneeling on the bed beside me. He was making no attempt to hide his appreciation of my body, making me blush all the way down to my chest. Then again, I wasn't much better. I couldn't get enough of the sight of him, the muscles of his chest, his abs, the taut muscles of his thighs coming together around his perfect- I hesitated for a moment before thinking the word 'cock' to myself.
It seemed some of my shyness had rubbed off on Edward. For once, he didn't know exactly what to do. Or how to start, at least. Looked like this time, it was up to me.
“Come here,” I said, holding out my arms. Very carefully, like he weighed a thousand pounds, he lay beside me, half on top of me.
“You won't crush me,” I giggled.
“You have no idea if that's true.”
“Well, I won't crush you then,” I retorted, rolling over until I was on top of him, my hands on his chest, my legs straddling his stomach.
“Is this easier for you?”
“A little.”
Carefully, I lifted one of his hands to touch my chest, pressing his palm into my breast. He didn't need any more encouragement, though I noticed he had stopped inhaling. I moaned softy as he massaged first one, then both my breasts.
“Am I hurting you?” he asked, his hands becoming maddeningly still.
“No, it feels good, keep doing it.”
“I'm serious. You have to tell me if I'm being too rough.”
“You are not,” I said, leaning forward until my body was flush with his, “being too rough.”
I cupped my hands around his face, kissing him with what I thought was a suggestive amount of force. His fingers traced circles around my shoulder blades, then ran down my spine, making me shiver. It was hard to pay attention to the kiss as his hand ran it's way down the outside of my thigh and then back up the inside. He hesitated there, breaking the kiss. Smiling, I drew back up, giving him a full view of my body. I took his stone hand in mine, sliding it the last few inches to my pussy.
I moaned again as his fingers explored me. This time he didn't falter at the sound, and I was glad. Something cool and hard pressed gently against the small of my back, and it was only through force of will that I managed not to blush. Reaching my arms behind me, I traced my way slowly inward along his thighs, before wrapping one hand around his shaft. This time it was his turn to moan and I stroked up and down his length. I was the lucky one, I didn't have to worry about the amount of force I was exerting. Even on his most sensitive places, I couldn't hurt him if I tried.
One of his hard fingers began to rub my clit, and it wasn't until he moved his hips that I realized my hands had stopped moving. And breathing. I tried to keep my rhythm steady with his, but I couldn't go as fast as he could. He slid his middle finger inside me, rubbing against my inside as his thumb continued to work my outside.
His free hand returned to massage my breast, pinching gently at the nipple, and I knew I was going to cum. I let out a cry that might have been his name as waves of pleasure coursed over me. My hand tightened on him, my thigh and stomach muscles twitching each time he stroked me. I looked down at him with unfocused eyes, still reveling in what I had just felt.
His thumb continued making slow, lazy circles around my soaked clit.
“Keep doing exactly what you're doing,” I gasped. He laughed, probably at how out of it I sounded. I didn't care. I was in heaven, staring at an angel. A dirty-minded angel who was at this moment moving his hips languidly back and forth, rubbing against my hands and bottom.
With his hands on my shoulders he pulled me down on top of him, burying his face in my hair, nuzzling against my neck.
“Are you okay?” I asked when I heard him inhale.
“Okay as I'll ever be.” He didn't inhale again. Instantly, I felt bad for putting him through this, making him endure-
And then I was on my back, Edward's hard, light weight on top of me. He spread my legs apart further, his marble hands meeting no resistance from me as he positioned himself.
“Ready?” he asked, a trace of eagerness in his voice.
“Like you can't believe,” I assured him.
There was a brief moment of pain as he slid into me, but to say that the pleasure overshadowed it would be an understatement. If there was any blood, Edward ignored it. We gazed at each other, enjoying the moment. I wondered what I must look like through his eyes.
Then he began moving again, slowly at first, and then faster when he realized he really wasn't hurting me. I lifted my legs, wrapping them around him, and he moaned as he plunged even deeper inside me.
His arms slid under my arched back, keeping us impossibly close as we kissed, tongues swirling around each other. I could taste the venom in his mouth, heating my skin where it touched me.
His mouth moved to my jawline, kissing his way down my throat. The cool skin of his lips mingled with the heat from the venom, driving me over the edge.
I could feel myself tightening around him in spasms, my thighs twitching like I was being electrocuted. If he had been human, my fingernails might have drawn blood from his back. I drew my legs up higher, my orgasm extended by each deep, hard thrust. I realized he was panting, cool breath blowing across my hot skin in bursts. I couldn't identify exactly what he was doing to my neck, but it was going to leave bruises.
“Do that lower,” I breathed, and he obliged, cold tongue swirling around a hardening nipple. He bit it, not breaking the skin, but hard enough to warrant a gasp. He growled softly, picking up speed and resuming his ministrations. I wasn't sure which pleasure I should pay attention to, his mouth, his hands, his cock....
His hands pressed me back onto the bed, away from his cool body. The muscles in his abdomen flexed and rippled as he thrust steadily into me. His eyes were closed, his brow furrowed in concentration. I realized I was making a lot of noise, panting and moaning, but the knowledge of what it was doing to him wasn't nearly enough to make me stop. Not at the speed he was driving into me. Then, with a cry of his own, he thrust into me one last time, staying buried deep in me as he reached his climax.
Even without words to define it, his voice was beautiful, his chest heaving needlessly as he looked down at me. Vibrant golden eyes regarded me from behind his tussled russet hair.
I might have had another orgasm. I'm not sure.
I had barely enough consciousness to murmur “I love you” before passing out from sheer exhaustion.
I dreamed of Edward Cullen.
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