This is my interpretation of what happened that first night at isle Esme. I've always wanted to know what really happened between Bella and Edward that night, so i decided to write what i think would have happened.

This is my first fanfiction, so please review =o)

Edward stopped pulling us forward once I was shoulder deep in water. His right hand swept my hair back behind my ear, whilst his left hand wrapped around me pulling me closer to him. Despite my composure, my breathing hastened, sending whispers of air across his chest. He held me close, his right hand stroking my hair. In the silence, I could hear his breath coming quicker too.

We stood there for an immeasurable amount of time; the warm fire riddling my insides was not fading. I was content to stand here in his arms, my chest pressed against his for a while, but he had promised we would try and I decided that I should possibly make the first move, considering this was his first time too.

I pulled away from him, staring deep into his beautiful eyes, moving closer towards the void. Then, very tenderly, I pressed my lips to his. He closed his eyes, kissing me back adoringly. I wrapped my arms around his neck, expecting his arms to wrap around me, securing me to him. Instead, he surprised me, sweeping me off my feet so I was perched on his hips.

His eyes were wide open now, a smile playing on his perfect lips as he took in my facial expression. Suddenly, his eyes slowly peered down from my face, my neck, my collarbone, until they were directly in line with my breasts, staring at them. I felt a familiar blush add to the heat that was already coursing through my veins. I giggled embarrassed, dipping down and burying my head in his neck.

'What?' he said, I could hear the smile in his voice.

I sat up straight in his arms.

'Sorry,' I frowned. 'You know I'm self conscious.'

'I don't think I will ever be able to understand you correctly, Bella. How can you say that? You are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen.'

With that, he released one hand from my waist from where he was supporting me, slowly, lightly; he dragged it down my face and neck, across my collar bone and around my shoulders. Then, he touched me in a place he had never touched me before. His hand was tracing my breasts. To begin with, around them until, after a few seconds, when my rigid pose relaxed, on them; tracing across the nipple and around, repeating the circuit.

Once he had finished, his eyes flickered up to mine for one brief moment, before his head dipped down again. This time, his glass hard, smooth lips, were now kissing my breasts, making small concentrations of fire within them; feelings so intense were pounding through my body. I tipped my head back, drowning in the sensations.

Some where deep inside my brain, a small part of me was registering the fact that we were moving. Edward had stopped kissing my breasts and we were now floating dreamily towards the shore. Determined not to break this perfect moment, I kept my face on his the whole time he was carrying me closer to the house. On his face, he wore an expression conveying concentration, joy, intensity. I wondered what my face looked like to him. I felt relaxed, the fire deep inside me wanting nothing more than Edward. Just Edward.

I registered the fact that we were inside the house; the breeze had stopped, it felt slightly muggy. Edward carried on walking, slowly, prolonging the moment, until I felt something soft tickle my back. The mosquito netting. We were by the bed. Supporting my back, Edward gently lowered me onto the bed, his eyes never leaving mine as he let go of me. He straightened up, his face leaving mine, taking in the whole length of me. He smiled reassuringly as, despite of the situation, I began chewing my lip.

'You are so beautiful,' he whispered.

It was then that it occurred to me that Edward was standing in front of me, fully naked. Not just his top off. Taking a deep breath, I took my eyes off his familiar face, slowly tracing down his broad, marble chest, his perfectly sculpted stomach, to an area that was unfamiliar to me in every way. My eyes widened, but I wasn't scared. It was a compliment, I guess, that he was ready. I hadn't exactly touched him erotically. Was my body literally enough to make him want me like that? He stood there, watching me, as my eyes explored his body. The sight of Edward ready made my body go into over drive. I had to have him, have him now. The need for him was close to pain.

I slowly sat up, my eyes on his, as I stretched out my left hand and placed it on his back, bringing him down towards the bed. He came willingly. If he hadn't wanted to come to me, he wouldn't have moved. He was now kneeling over me, his body inline with mine. I moved my hand to his neck, bringing his head down to my level, pressing my lips to his. All of a sudden, his controlled mannerisms slipped away.

He pressed his lips to mine, harder, eager. He groaned, lifting one hand up to cradle my face, the other supporting his weight. His hand left my face, touching me in ways I had never been touched before; cradling my breasts, drifting between my thighs and back up, over my nipples. His mouth left mine, letting me breath, kissing down the length of my body. I lay back, staring at the mosquito netting, my chest heaving. Suddenly, his hand left me, placing it so one was either side of me, manoeuvring himself so our bodies were perfectly lined up to join. Above all other sensations powering around my body where he had kissed me, a more intense, overpowering sensation was coming from where we would join; something hard.

His breath came rough and rugged. 'Bella, sweet heart, this will hurt a little.'

All I could do was nod robotically. I needed him now. That fact that we were this close, closer than we had ever been before, made me do something I never thought I would do. I thrust my hips up, inviting him to continue. His eyes widened slightly and then, as if I had been waiting for this moment forever, he entered, pushing deep inside me; his eyes, now so intense boring into mine. I squeezed my eyes shut, a sharp pain having just shot through my body. It wasn't so bad, not compared to what I had felt before. But squeezing my eyes shut was enough to make him pause.

'Bella? Oh, I'm so sorry.'

I forced my lips open, hardly able to speak. 'Please, please Edward, don't stop.'

I then felt him begin to slide out of me. I thought it was over. Our 'trying' was over. It had barely begun. But, with a growl from deep inside his throat, he pushed back into me. In and out, his chest moving up and down with his actions. He was panting, his delicious scent now intoxicating me, and my body was overridden with his presence. As my body became accustomed to his rhythm, not wanting to just lie there, I started to lift my hips up, matching with him. My hands found themselves on his back, clawing him closer, I felt my blood was reaching boiling point; I had to have him, and he was mine. And then, he hit the spot, the spot that made my body go into overdrive. I couldn't help but moan as I lifted myself off the bed, hugging him to me as I experienced the first orgasm of my life. From over my shoulder, I heard Edward moan followed by a rush of cool liquid inside of me. And then also for the first time, I felt the entire pressure of his weight as he collapsed on top of me.

Resting his head on my chest, which itself was heaving up and down, we both waited for our breathing to calm. There was one thing that I needed to say, but I had to wait for my breathing to slow before I could even get one word out. Eventually, after a few minutes, or hours, it seemed, I said just two words.

'Thank you.' I whispered, kissing his hair.

He responded by lifting his head off my chest and once again looking into my eyes with a heartbreakingly beautiful smile on his face. His kissed my forehead.

'No, thank you, Bella. Thank you for having the faith in me, for trusting me. I have never had feelings like that in my entire life. All that time, I have wanted to be close to you, and to be finally able to do it, I feel as if it's the biggest achievement I've ever made, and for that, I thank you, Bella. I want you to know that this night, has been best night of my existence.'

I smiled then, a bright, beaming smile- still full of the ecstasy that I was swallowed in. 'Mine too,' was all I said before taking a deep breath and closing my eyes, relaxing. I was suddenly overcome by a wave of exhaustion and I found myself drifting to sleep.

Edward, realising what was happening, lifted me, moving me slightly so I was curled up against his side. I laid my head on his chest, my whole body pressed against his, bathing in the coolness, and closed my eyes sinking deeper into sleep. The last things I was aware of before I drifted closer into unconsciousness were Edward's hands stroking my face, tracing my hair line and his soft, melodic voice, humming my lullaby.

It had been perfect.