A/N let's try a twilight fic!

So, um, it's no more graphic then Breaking Dawn itself is. Sorry if I get the time frame wrong. Too lazy to do the work (;


When you're a vampire, excuse me, a married vampire, there's no such thing as foreplay.

Edward loves to have sex. I never realized when I was human, because he always worried that he would hurt me and held himself back in one way or another. But now that I'm as durable as he is, he's as into it as I am.

As soon as we were in the safety of our room, our clothes were in pieces and in all the corners of the room. It was still the same as it was when I was human: we were puzzle pieces that fit together perfectly. His lips wandered aimlessly, pausing once in a while to return to my lips.

"So, Edward," I started in between intense love scenes. "Why is it you seem so much more eager to have sex with me now that I'm a vampire?" I asked. I was pretty sure I knew the answer, but Edward knew how to surprise me.

He sighed against my neck, and I shivered delicately in response. "Because," he murmured, "you're much less breakable then you were before. I can love you right now."

I moaned as his hands trailed down the sides of my body ever so softly, the softest brush sending electric shocks through my body. "But still," I insisted. "Was it really inconvenient to have me human?"

He chuckled and pulled away from me, which automatically made me frown. "Bella," he said in a soothing voice. "You were exceptionally unaware on our honeymoon."

I couldn't help smiling. "Did you buy Esme a new headboard?" I teased, and he rolled his eyes.

"While you were out 'Christmas shopping' last winter," he replied, and I felt guilt dress my face.

"It was for Nessie," I excused my lies, and he laughed.

"Yes, it was," he agreed, kissing the length of my jaw. A long while later, he added, "Speaking of Nessie, her birthday is coming up."

"Is it?" I asked vaguely, the majority of my focus on trying not to tremble at Edward's every touch.

He sensed my distraction and pulled away again. "Yes, it is. Bella, love, you didn't forget your only daughter's first birthday, did you?" he chided gently, a hint of a smile on his lips.

I shrugged but kept my eyes on his topaz eyes. "I was distracted," I accused, running a hand over his perfect, sculpted chest.

"Still unaware," Edward muttered, and I giggled.

"It's more like her third birthday, actually," I said, and Edward rolled his eyes.

"Fourth," he corrected me, and I sighed. I knew that she would stop growing eventually, and her growth rate had decreased tremendously, but it was unnerving, because the day to day changes were still there.

"Do you ever think-"

"Yes," he murmured, coming back to me, sensing my anxiety. "I do. But Carlisle is confident, and Maggie would have detected Nahuel's lies. I'm positive that Nessie will be fine."

A thought popped into my head, and I frowned. "How old is Nahuel?" I asked.

"Physically or actually?"

"Physically." I knew how old he was, approximately.

"He's twenty," Edward answered, kissing my neck softly.

I shuddered involuntarily. "So that means Nessie will be older than me!" I exclaimed.

"Only in the way Esme is older than me," Edward replied.

"But still," I persisted. "So will we pretend she's my older sister or something. I can't exactly say I'm her mother."

"Does Nahuel look twenty to you?"

I pictured his face in my mind, and then shrugged. "Not really," I admitted. "He actually looks like he's my age."

"Exactly."

I opened my mouth to protest more, but Edward silenced mine with his. "Don't worry," he whispered against my lips, his sweet breath causing my thoughts to scatter. Turning into a vampire had not changed that. If anything, it had made the attraction stronger, because I could actually see his perfect face, feel his miraculous skin, smell his incredible scent, love him properly, the way he loved me...

"I can't seem to help it," I admitted, frowning. It'd been almost a year in this life, but the speed at which my thoughts and priorities switched still left me disoriented. Well, at least I could keep up with Edward most of the time now. Hearing other people's thoughts kept him a step ahead.

I sighed softly, slightly frustrated that I'd never be close to worthy to having him, no matter what I did. My shield only kept him from knowing me better then he did already. Of course, I could now shift my shield out of my mind easily, but it still demanded most of my concentration, unlike projecting it, which required only a fraction.

"Nessie will be awake soon," Edward murmured a bit later, and I glanced out the window. Our private ocean had turned from deep black to pearly grey. Edward was glistening slightly in the weak sunlight, and one glance confirmed that I was too. I sighed, kissed him one last time, and then walked into my closet. Immediately I went to the back corner, where Edward and I had stashed all my normal clothes. Most of the garment bags hadn't been opened. I grimaced as I passed the strong scents of silk. "Alice," I muttered under my breath, and I heard Edward chuckle behind me.

"I think you'd look stunning in one of these," Edward murmured as we were walking out, brushing his hand against one of the garment bags, and I shuddered.

"Please," I sighed. "I don't even want to know what's in these."

"One of these days, Alice will force you to wear these," Edward said seriously.

"I'm going to put that day off for as long as possible," I told him, walking into Renesmee's room. "Oh, you're awake!"

Nessie smiled at me, her perfect teeth shining. Her beauty stunned me almost as much as Edward's did. Her bronze hair, which Alice had cut a few weeks ago, was creeping towards her waist again. "Good morning," she trilled, hopping out of bed and wrapping her arms around me.

"Someone's up early," I replied, smiling down at her.

"I heard you talking about Alice," Nessie whispered, a small smile on her pink lips. Her hand pressed against my face, and my mind was filled with my closet, but Renesmee and I were inside, looking at my clothes.

A flash of fear shot through me as I realized that one day she might ask to borrow my clothes. I managed a tight smile.

"Edward can show you," I answered curtly, and Edward laughed. Renesmee looked between us, looking almost amused. "You can have some of my clothes, if you'd like," I added, knowing Alice would just love that. I was surprised she hadn't added an extension to our house for Nessie's closet. Yet.

Edward suddenly frowned. "Jacob's here."

"You can hear him at the house?" I asked, surprised. We had to be at least five miles away. "I didn't know your range was that far."

Edward shook his head, looking slightly annoyed. "He's here."

"Oh."

I heard a small whine outside, and I walked to the window, Nessie in my arms. "Jacob?" I whispered, and a his furry face appeared at the window. A huge, goofy grin broke out on his face, the way it did whenever he saw Renesmee, just because she loved it. I rolled my eyes as Renesmee grinned and pressed her hands against the glass.

Jake leaned towards the window, and I leaped back. "Yeesh, Jake! Don't knock my house down!"

He retreated from the window.I could hear his deep, husky laugh, and he reappeared, human. "Sorry," he apologized, grinning. "I forgot."

I could picture Edward rolling his eyes behind me. "Yes, you forgot there was a house between you and Renesmee," I elaborated.

Jacob shrugged. Nessie made him good natured. "Sorry."

"Come on in, Jake, it looks hot out there."

"What, you vamps have air conditioning in this tiny place?" Jacob muttered, but a moment later he was there in the room. I could feel the heat radiating off of his skin; as usual, he wasn't wearing a shirt. His scent was both appealing and repelling; it was still weird, even with all the time I was exposed to it. Renesmee pressed her hand against my cheek, and Jacob's scent registered in my mind, only it smelled a lot better. And a lot more appetizing. Nessie could only faintly detect his wolf scent.

I grimaced. "What, you going to hunt Jake? Then who's going to keep you happy?" I teased.

She smiled, and Rosalie's face flashed in my mind. I rolled my eyes, because I knew that she was right. Rosalie was at least a step above civil with me and Edward, barely civil with Jacob, and absolutely adoring with Renesmee. She was almost as bad as Jake was, giving my daughter everything she wanted.

"The most spoiled half-vampire in existence," I murmured, remembering back to that first day with Nessie.

"She does have a point though," Edward said, smiling at our daughter, the adoring tone evident in his voice as well.

"Maybe that's a good thing," I agreed. I could only be grateful that Renesmee had a long line of protecters to watch over her.

Jacob looked between us, looking irritated. "Hello? Clueless, er, werewolf here."

Edward chuckled. "Sorry," he said, but he didn't seem sorry about what I thought he would.

Jacob rolled his eyes, but held out his arms for Renesmee, since we weren't giving him an explanation. Nessie looked up at me for approval, and I nodded. She leaped from my arms into Jacobs, her laughter like pealing bells as he spun around.

"I'm gonna take her to the house," Jake said, shifting Nessie to one of his arms. She wrapped her arms around his neck, grinning.

"Sure," Edward allowed. "We'll see you later."

They walked out, Jake walking slowly because Nessie was sharing with him. And also because our house was a bit short for him.

I turned to Edward. "What exactly were you sorry about?" I asked.

"I've ruined the word 'werewolf' for him," he told me, grinning widely. "He has trouble saying it now." He pulled me into his arms.

"What, are you still so annoyed that you're happy with his discomfort?" I teased, leaning against him. I knew Jacob was still within earshot, so I hefted my shield out of my mind. HOW LONG DO YOU THINK WE HAVE UNTIL JAKE GETS ALL LOVEY WITH HER?

Edward chuckled. "A few years," he answered. "But you know he doesn't think of her like that yet."

I DON'T. YOU DO, AND THAT'S WHAT WORRIES ME.

"What, exactly?"

HOW HE THINKS OF HER.

"He doesn't," Edward vowed, his gold eyes scorching.

"Alright," I murmured, looking out the window uneasily. "Do you think they're at the house yet?"

Edward shook his head. "I can still hear both of them."

"That's frustrating, you know."

Edward sighed. "Sadly, I don't know. Please tell."

I rolled my eyes. "I mean, come on, it isn't fair you get to hear people that way."

"It's not fair you can block me, and have to power to block anyone from me," he shot back, but his eyes were burning with amusement.

"Shut up," I muttered, and he laughed. "Well, time to go."

"Alice is going to murder you," Edward murmured, brushing a hand from my shoulder to the waist of my jeans in explanation.

"She's known me for three years. I've been her sister in-law for practically one." I paused at that. "Our anniversary is coming up."

Edward nodded. "Anything you had in mind?"

"Well, I would like to trash my closet, but that'd be wasteful. How about we just leave Renesmee at the house and spend our night here?" I suggested, praying he'd accept my simple plan.

But, excepting myself, Edward had never been one for simplicity.

"How about I surprise you?" he asked, and I grunted in unhappiness.

"I hate surprises," I muttered in an upset but relenting tone. Edward flashed me a dazzling smile and gathered me up in his soft, strong arms.

"You're going to love it."

"Sure, sure," I replied, pulling myself away from him. "Let's go to the house."

As we ran back, hands intertwined, Edward said, "You're eyes are quite distracting."

If I was human, I would have stumbled in shock. As it was, I did slow down, and Edward did the same. "What?" I knew my eyes were the pretty much the same color as his, but still, he saw six other pairs of the same eyes every day.

"They're almost mesmerizing. No matter what color they are, they still hide your secrets," he murmured.

I snorted, which sounded a lot more graceful then it should have. "I have no secrets."

"Your thoughts."

I rolled my eyes. "Just because everyone else's thoughts are yours doesn't mean mine are secrets. Thoughts are supposed to be private, you know."

"Sure, but it's been quite a while since I haven't heard thoughts. I've been around for quite a while, you know. "

"What, a century?"

"And a decade," he added, grinning. "But hearing minds has just been the last century."

"Whatever," I told him, rolling my eyes.

Suddenly, the air zinged. I glanced over at Edward, and he felt it to.

I froze just as Renesmee's scream pierced the air.