So here it is, I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I did writing this. It's sexual, it's dark, rated M for a reason, and I love every bit of it and I hope you do too. I could never in my life claim to own the characters in Twilight but I can certainly entertain my fantasies about them hehe. I'm always open to comments, the good and the bad, because they are what help you make things better. And as much as I'll enjoy delightfully every comment I will not beg and just revel in the knowledge that at least ONE person will read this and that is enough lol So thank you who ever you are!

It was over. Finally it was over. Though I'd never admit it, the day hadn't been as bad as I had prepared myself for. After an entire day of Alice and her torture devices she swore made my skin flawless and hair perfect, her flittering about over my dress and frolicking in hers as if she'd never worn a dress before today. Somehow I managed to forget all the pain that had come to pass and fall into the day. They wouldn't let me see where it was happening but when I got there it took my breath away. We had to have a nighttime wedding, but I didn't mind. It was beautiful. Alice had foreseen the perfect day. There was a gentle breeze and not a cloud in the sky. Lanterns filled the trees and danced in the wind. This was my wedding.

I thought back over the day past the torture, past the panic and floated to the moment I thought would have been the worst of my life. It had been actually been the best. I was his. Now and forever, I was his. The woods had been lit up with so many lights I'd wondered how you could still think it was night. The ground was covered in flower petals and extravagantly decorated chairs lined a pathway to the alter. An ivy archway stood behind Emmet, my priest. I had to stifle a giggle when they told me he was going to marry us yet I found I was surprised as I saw him standing there, bible in hand, how professional he looked, how gorgeous. Then my eyes drifted to the one that really mattered. His sandy hair disheveled in that way he always had it, perfectly neat and disorderly at the same time. His eyes glowed brighter than any light, their topaz pulling me towards him. I seemed to float down the aisle, the faces sliding past me, all with the biggest smiles they could hold. And then I stood there in my Anne of Green Gables dress, him in an old fashioned suit. I could barely hear Emmet as I looked into his eyes. They were alive with excitement, the only time I'd ever seen them this way had been the night he put his ring on me. I fidgeted with the diamond ring on my left finger, thinking it didn't feel as heavy as it once did. My heart raced as we said our vows, his voice washing over me almost making me forget my own. He could hear my pulse and he gave me that smile of his. Before I knew it I was in his arms in a kiss of such passion, love and completion I'd ever known. No kiss had been like this one, and no one would ever be like it again. I melted into it completely and the world faded away. The next thing I knew I was in his arms as he carried me down the isle. Everyone was laughing and throwing rice. Yes it hadn't been as bad as I'd prepared myself for.

Now I was standing in the middle of the grandest room I've ever been in. Like one of those rooms in a Victorian mansion, which is where we were. He had taken me to London, out into the country sides. It was secluded, it was peaceful. I felt safe here, which was a rare commodity these days. Yet my stomach was not feeling the peace. It reminded me what this days end held for me. I had always pressed him, trying to force his hand to get what I wanted. When really I had no idea what I was doing or how to be seductive let alone graceful. Instead my heart fluttered and stomach tightened. Then I felt his breath on my neck, covering me head to toe in goose bumps as his fingers trailed down my arms.

"You're beautiful…" he breathed in my hair, sending shivers down my back. He was everything I had ever wanted and more. I was lost in these few syllables, unable to think.

Slowly he unzipped the back of my dress, his fingers whispering down my back as he did. His fingers slid under the fabric on my shoulders and the dress fell to the ground in a soft sigh. His arms wound around my waist and spun me around to face him. My face was hot, his eyes intense. His fingers trailed down my cheek bone as he inched towards my lips. His sweet scent intoxicated me, his every touch sent electricity through me. His kiss was passionate, longing for more. Tonight was my reward and I wanted every bit of it, no matter the price.

He swiftly pulled me to the bed, the soft sheets caressing my bare back as he trailed his hands along my body. His cool touch sent shivers through me, a welcome contrast the burning temperature of my skin. I could only gasp in pleasure as he found every curve of my body. Every touch, every kiss, every breath drove me closer to the edge. My hands fumbled with his shirt buttons. I managed all of three before he finished the job for me, and my hands rushed to touch every inch of his bare, beautiful chest. His skin was soft and I could feel the muscles move beneath his arms. He pulled my chest to his as he removed my bra in on swift motion, only the memory of a slight breeze let me know that his chest had ever left mine.

His eyes swirled with lust mixed with more love than any eyes have ever shown me. Again and again his lips found mine as his hands danced across my skin finding all my embarrassingly sensitive spots. Causing me time and time again to gasp and cry out in pleasure. And every time his hands would move more fervently with greater need. I was drowning, and it was the best experience of my life. I could hardly breath, think or feel anything besides his body against mine. His lips as he kissed the curves of my breasts or his hands as they felt the heat between my thighs. My hands flew across his back, down his arms desperately trying to touch every inch of him all at once.

Then his eyes found mine, and held me there. I stared into his topaz eyes and felt his passion, his love for me. His cool hand held my face as he whispered to me, "I love you Bella Cullen," a smile swept across his face as my name become his "till the world ends." Before the very same words could escape my lips I felt him slide into me, all thought was gone. All I could fell was euphoria spreading through me. Every inch of my skin was alive with sensations as he made me his. My arms flew around his neck, pulling myself to him, kissing him greedily urging him on, wishing for more. I could feel my body shudder beneath his and I didn't recognize my voice as my own as I called his name. It was in the air before I realized it had escaped from my lips. He kissed me so hard it hurt, but it was a sweet pain and I relished it as it pulled me over the edge, taking him with me.

When I was finally able to open my eyes I was greeted with a vision. He was laying still, silent not even breathing. Normally this would cause panic, but I blushed wondering if maybe he had forgotten how to breath and that it was my fault. His arm held my shoulder, keeping me close to him. Every muscle in my body quivered and my arms shook as I tried to move to kiss him. Without opening his eyes he pulled me on top of him, running his fingers through my hair as my face fell between the crook of his neck. I whispered nothing against his collar bone, letting my lips taste the skin across it.

"Never in my life…" he breathed out. I could only smile as my face burned against his cool skin, my heart fluttering. Then a stinging feeling in my lip reached my brain, as my tongue swiped across it a metallic taste filled my mouth. Blood. My body tensed, had he not noticed? Before I could think I leapt up falling back to end of the monstrously large bed. My legs didn't work, it was all I could do to sit there, embarrassed now. He sat up and stared at me, confusion flooded his perfect features. I looked at his neck where I had just kissed, small traces of it stood out against his pale skin. I blushed even more. Then I saw it flash in his eyes, he knew in an instant why I was there and had happened. His tongue darted out across his lips and he gave me a smile.

"Sweeter than honey." He smiled. "Come back to me Bella." He cooed, holding his hand out to me.

The words stuck in my throat, I wanted nothing more than to curl up against him feel his arms around me. I wasn't afraid for myself, only for him. I could see a twinge of pain flash across his face. That was all it took for my legs to move again and I slowly crawled back to him. He moved more slowly now, deliberately trying to ease my fear.

"Did I frighten you?" he asked as he slowly pulled me to him. The words were still stuck in my throat, all I could do was shake my head trying to tell him he couldn't scare me, even if he tried. I was not convincing.

"Water…please." was all I could manage to croak out. In an instant he was up and back with glass of water. I took it, hoping it would wash the thickness from my throat, he was concerned, and afraid. I wanted to tell him he hadn't scared me so that he would laugh at me and how silly I'd been. "Thank you." I breathed out with relief. The words came back to me and I smiled at him.

"I've met kittens scarier than you Edward." I laughed out, my mind coming back to me. "Besides, what's mine is yours now."

He smiled and pulled me close, kissing me gently. My lip stung and breathed sharply, but I refused to let him pull away. I held onto him with all my strength, which meant absolutely nothing if he didn't want it to. He let me have my way, running his fingers through my hair letting me have this kiss. When I broke away, my heart racing I smiled. "Safe as houses." I breathed out.

"Houses can fall you know."

"Not my house. It will never fall." I smiled at him.

He stared at me, then his eyes fell to my lip. Feeling self conscious I pulled it into my mouth, as if that would make it all better. But it only made it hurt more. I winced as more of the metallic taste filled my mouth.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you." He sighed, I had come out of this almost unscathed which is not what he had been hoping for I'm sure.

"This? Oh this is nothing! It doesn't hurt at all…" I lied. "Are you ok? I mean the…the blood and all…" I trailed off. He knew what I meant. I looked up at him, his face as serene as always.

"I won't lie, its taking every bit of me not to devour you right here and now. But what kind of husband would I be if I ate my wife?" he grinned. He really was trying not to eat me, yet somehow I wasn't afraid. Even if he did I wouldn't mind. I could only laugh at the thought.

I laid down next to him, staring up into his eyes. His fingers ran through my hair, his scent surrounding me. I could feel my cheeks grow hot as it intoxicated me.

"I'm going to miss that…" he sighed. He began to study every detail of my face. His hands trailed across my neck and down my chest. But I didn't feel any need. I could only see his eyes as they absorbed every detail of my body. His eyes took in every freckle, every line. My cheeks flushed in embarrassment, thinking of a thousand flaws I'd never shown anyone.

"Will I still have freckles?"

"Yes" he laughed.

"Will you always remember how I look now?" I didn't know who I wanted to remember more, him or me. For 19 years I had taken it for granted that I could get sun burnt, or that rosy pink that always found my cheeks. Tomorrow none of these things would happen again. Tomorrow I would glitter in the sun like a jewel and be paler than snow. My eyes would never be brown again. Instead red or topaz would fill them. I suddenly wanted him to remember everything about me. So I could hear his velvety voice describe every inch of me once I was different.

"Always. I can still remember you from the first time I saw you. The way you smelled, how your cheeks flushed when I looked at you." His thumb drifted across my cheek, his cool skin feeling good against the heat they gave off. "And I will remember always and love you the same."

Sometimes I thought he really could read my mind. He knew I was afraid he would feel differently when I didn't have a heart beat.

"You don't have to do this." His eyes found mine once again. Seriousness fell across them. He was afraid for my soul.

"You can't talk me out of this. It's what I want. You promised me…" He was going to be the one. I smiled at the fact that I was his, and he was going to be my maker. Somehow it held a new kind of meaning. A new connection between us.

"I suppose that I did. Are you afraid?" his eyes searched mine, looking for the fear he was sure was there. But for once in my life it wasn't. I was ready. I had said my goodbyes, had my closure. I had given Charlie and Renee the proper goodbye they deserved and left them knowing that I was going to be taken care of. Victoria, I shuddered to think the name, was gone. Edward had gone above and beyond to remove the sword from my neck. There was no pressure to do this, only the desire to be with him. Forever.

"No." my eyes were clear, the only emotion I had in them was love. Love for Edward, love for the life I knew we would have. I hoped he saw that, saw that I wasn't pressured or afraid. That I was ready. Completely, totally ready.

"What if-"

"What if nothing." I interrupted him. "I think we just proved you could never hurt me. How many times have you saved me from just myself? How long have you held back? I have complete faith in you Edward. Even if you don't. So I'll have enough for both of us." I took his face in my hands and gave him a good long look. Letting him know this was it. This was my last mortal night. "So you better enjoy this night. Because it's the last night I'm mortal. After tonight I won't be so breakable, so you can look forward to that." I grinned devilishly, thinking of doing this again. I couldn't imagine it being better, but some how I knew it would be. To let him let go, to not worry about flicking my head off on accident. Knowing that he didn't have to hold back. More than anything I wanted that for him. He only smiled at me continuing taking in every bit of my existence.

I could feel exhaustion creeping in. I fought against it desperately as a yawn escaped my lips. I didn't want this night to end, yet I longed for tomorrow. Not that I was a masochist, I knew what tomorrow held. But what was three days in comparison to eternity? I could handle it. I only hoped he could. I still had not won my battle in keeping him away.

"Bella," my name wafted sweetly through the air "I have a favor to ask."

I was suspicious now. "What?"

"Give me one more week. Just one more week."

I sighed, he was always bargaining for more time. But before I could tell him no his eyes caught mine.

"I want to take you to Paris, out into the country sides of London. I want to take you on a honey moon. I want to take you to Spain and Turkey and Greece. I want you to see the world as you see it now. I can't bear the thought of your wedding night as your last night." He sighed as he looked into my eyes. He wasn't ready to let go.

My sigh mingled with his. The thought of him spending that much money on me was enough for me to say no. But his eyes won the argument as they always did. He wasn't ready, not yet. "I'm not sure we can get all of that done in a week. I have to sleep remember? So pick the most important places." I couldn't believe I'd agreed. My birthday was just around the corner, two weeks away.

Before I could blink he had pulled me into kiss of gratitude and excitement. "It's going to be fun Bella. I'll take you to all the best restaurants and show you things you've never imagined."

"I've seen plenty of things I can't imagine" I laughed "this is all that you get Edward. One week, then it's time. You have to do it or I'll never forgive you for letting me be twenty." I scowled at the number and at him with the most anger I could muster. He only laughed at me, promising me only one week.