AN: So yeah, this is all the scenes Stephenie Meyer wouldn't show us in Breaking Dawn, plus a few bits and pieces from Edward's POV. Normally I wouldn't have bothered with Edward's stuff, but I've been reading lots and lots of fan fiction and it's made me feel the need to put what I'm assuming Edward's thinking into words.

This first scene is after Bella's followed Edward into the water on their first night at Isle Esme.

Disclaimer: I am not Stephenie Meyer. I do not own Twilight, Edward, Bella, or Isle Esme.

Chapter One: At Last

BPOV

As he pulled me into the deeper water, one of Edward's hands left my waist to gently cup my cheek. 'I love you,' he whispered fiercely. I stared into his eyes, more than a little shocked by the wild emotion I saw in them.

My own hands moved up from his chest and wrapped around his neck. The arm that had remained around me pulled me closer to him, and I closed my eyes, letting out a small sigh at the feeling of our bodies pressed together so completely. 'Edward,' I whispered back, unable to find words strong enough for what I felt at that moment. Oh, there was one. Desire.

I felt his lips brush mine lightly, but then a groan escaped him and he kissed me harder. My arms tightened around his neck, pulling me closer to him, and he moved his hand slowly down my neck, down my shoulder, until it rested on my lower back near the other one. 'Bella,' he groaned every now and then, giving me a chance to breathe. 'Bella…'

The feel of him pressing against my stomach was enough to make me want him with a need that would have made me blush if I had been even the slightest bit aware of anything other than Edward. His hands on my skin were only increasing the burn between my legs as they trailed and fluttered over my back, stomach, hips, thighs. There was no hesitancy in his movements. One hand moved between us and gently rubbed at my nipple, causing me to gasp into his mouth. Immediately his hand was replaced with his lips as he lifted me out of the water just far enough to give his mouth unrestricted access to my breasts.

Why had we waited for this again?

His cold hands – an arousing contrast to the warm water – held me gently at my hips to support me slightly out of the water. I wrapped my legs around his waist slowly and carefully, aware that I could ruin it all if I surprised him too suddenly. But instead of jumping twenty feet away from me he moaned and pulled me closer, moving his grip slightly lower so that his hands were on my bottom. As he pressed me against him I shivered – not from the cold but from the proof of his desire.

'Bella, promise me.' His voice came out in a strangled whisper. I opened my mouth to say yes, to agree to anything he wanted to put before me, as long as he'd do something about this ache in the pit of my stomach, but I couldn't find my voice.

He seemed to understand. 'Promise me that if I hurt you, you'll tell me. Promise me.'

I just moaned.

That was, apparently, too much for him. Edward brought his lips back down to mine, kissing me roughly. One of his hands moved between us and I gasped when the tips of his longest fingers brushed against me. 'Oh, Edward…'

Encouraged, his fingers stroked me gently, working me slowly into a frenzy. My legs tightened around him reflexedly. 'Oh, Edward, please…'

'Please?' he repeated, questioning. His voice was almost a snarl.

'Please…' I gasped again as two of his fingers slipped inside of me. 'Make love to me, Edward, please…'

His hand slipped away until it rested on the small of my back. I felt the tip of him pressing against me and moaned; his mouth on mine stifled the sound, not that it needed it, not here. One of my arms moved around his waist, trying to coax him closer yet to me.

Slowly, slowly, he slid himself inside me. I gasped when he first entered, I gasped when he moved deeper, and I moaned when he pressed me as close against him as possible. Although I wanted him as deep inside me as possible, I longed for the friction just as much, so I rocked my hips back to slide him out of me a little.

He didn't need any further prompting. His hands on my hips rocked me back and forth as he moved in and out of me – I would have kissed him with all the hunger I had if I'd been able to concentrate of anything for that long, and if I'd have the breath. The feeling of him inside of me, moving inside of me was all consuming. All I could do was moan helplessly and cry out almost endlessly with my face pressed against his shoulder, my arms doing a combination of trying to get him closer to me and trying to keep myself upright.

After what felt like no time at all – but could have been hours, or days, for all I knew – something began to change in what I felt between my legs. Each of Edward's thrusts brought on a new, heightened wave of pleasure. Edward seemed to be feeling it too; his hands clutched at me slightly more frantically, and his own breathing was unbelievably ragged.

The building pressure inside of me spilled over, and I cried out louder than before as my body shuddered against his. But he wasn't done yet, and the feeling of Edward still moving inside of me as I peaked only prolonged my orgasm. 'Edward, oh, Edward, please, no, oh, yes, oh, Edward.' My attempt to tell him to stop for the sake of my sanity was useless, and it felt entirely too amazing to even consider it seriously. And still he didn't stop, even when my body adjusted to the sensation enough to calm a little.

'Oh, Edward.' He had a frantic look on his face, but before I could examine it too closely he buried his head in my shoulder. His thrusting became harder, and faster, and all I could do was hold him to me as I came again, squeezing my legs around his hips in a way that I knew he'd barely feel. He groaned into my shoulder as he let himself go.

Panting, struggling for breath, I clutched helplessly at him, my legs slipping from around his waist as he pulled out of me. Edward held me upright, and I could feel his chest heaving, too, although in his case it was unnecessary. 'Oh, Bella,' he whispered into my hair. 'Oh, Bella.' There was a hint of wonderment in his voice.

'I… I love… you, too… Edward,' I managed. He smiled crookedly down at me before picking me up gently and taking me back up to the house.