Series: Twilight Saga

Theme: Tag/Missing Scene

Characters: Bella (Swan) & Edward Cullen

Rating/Warning: R/Intended for Mature audiences

Summary: Breaking Dawn, Missing Scene - The Honeymoon

Author's Notes/Comments: This story came to me while I was having a little writer's block. I hurriedly banged this out (no pun intended) so that I could move on to another story. I haven't written anything in nearly a year, so I hope this doesn't suck too badly. Anywho…enjoy! D.

Stephanie Meyer - Breaking Dawn, Book 1: Bella, Chapter 5: Isle Esme

White on white; we match, for once. He shuddered the tiniest bit at my warm touch. His breath came rougher now.

"I promised we would try," he whispered, suddenly tense. "If…. If I do something wrong, if I hurt you, you must tell me at once."

I nodded solemnly, keeping my eyes on his. I took another step through the waves and leaned my head against his chest.

"Don't be afraid," I murmured. "We belong together."

I was abruptly overwhelmed by the truth of my own words. This moment was so perfect, so right, there was no way to doubt it.

His arms wrapped around me, holding me against him, summer and winter. It felt like every nerve in my body was a live wire.

"Forever," he agreed, and then pulled us gently into deeper water.

Part 1 - Bella

He moved slowly, until the black water reached our shoulders. My feet no longer touched the ocean floor. They trailed behind me as I floated in his arms. Edward was my anchor, keeping me in place, which was so true in many ways. Without him, I would be lost, adrift, drowning in darkness. He stilled, tightening his arms around me, pulling me closer. Our bodies touched from breast to thigh, cool chiseled stone meshed with warm soft silk. It felt decadent, sensual.

I gasped noting the familiar hum of electricity underneath my skin. It pricked my nerve endings like a million tiny pins, creating a warm pulse that dropped low into my stomach. I couldn't help it. This always happened when we were close, when the sexual tension between us became nearly unbearable, which meant that if I felt it, he could feel it too.

I looked at Edward and was awed, yet again, by his god-like beauty. His eyes, at first bright silver in the moonlight, now smoldered darkly. I could see the fear in his eyes; the fear of hurting me, of losing control, but I also saw something else. It was similar to the wild excited glare that filled his gaze when the scent of my blood threatened to overwhelm him, when his thirst nearly became uncontrollable. This was similar, but not the same. This was hunger, not thirst, but it was just as dangerous and equally difficult to control.

Edward's breathing grew labored, sending small puffs of his deliciously sweet breath into my face. My heart constricted and I froze. He rested his head on mine and chuckled softly, "Breathe, Bella. Breathe, love."

I forced air into my lungs and slowly released it. When had I stopped breathing? I wasn't sure, but the dizziness I felt implied that it was some time ago. I took another deep breath, inhaling the honey sweet scent of him and sighed feeling slightly angry at myself. I needed to focus, to breathe. If I passed out the honeymoon would be over before it truly began.

Edward placed cool butterfly kisses on my temple, nose, and cheek. He rubbed his lips back and forth along my jawline, inhaling the scent of my neck, as he went. My heart raced double time. My breathing grew shallow. A shiver of electricity followed the slow path of his fingers as they trailed down my spine. His smooth glass lips finally settled over mine and the brush of his tongue elicited a soft moan from the back of my throat.

My hormones raged on and with every nibble, lick, kiss and caress my body hummed with sparks of electricity. They bounced around, ricocheting off of my organs until finally finding the pulse, low in my stomach, which absorbed them. That pulsating ache that grew deeper, heavier, warmer with each new spark.

I gasped, as the warmth of the ache turned into a slow burn, completely unaware that I had given Edward the opening that he'd been waiting for. He slipped his cool tongue between my lips and coaxed mine into a slow erotic dance, saturating the contours of my mouth with his exquisite taste. I was stunned, intoxicated by his ambrosial flavor. It was like the richest darkest chocolate, the sweetest strawberries and the smoothest cream I'd ever tasted in my life. I purred with pleasure and my hormones went into overdrive. My hands knotted in his wet tousled hair and I devoured his mouth. My legs locked around his waist, imprisoning him in their folds.

I couldn't think, I could only taste, touch, feel. The pulsating, burning ache was growing hotter, dropping lower, settling between my thighs. I needed it to stop. I needed him to tell me how to make it stop, but I couldn't make myself pull away. The thought of his lips leaving mine, of losing his delicious taste sent a jolt of fear down my spine. It reminded me of the many times that we'd come this far only to have him push me away. My arms wrapped around his neck in a chokehold, but I knew it was no use. He was too strong. I was too weak. When he ended the kiss there would be nothing I could do to stop him. I could only endure. But luck seemed to be on my side. Edward didn't pull away from the kiss, instead, he deepened it further, possessing my lips with a fever that I had only dreamed possible.

The sound that emitted from me was a crossed between a purr and a groan; a purr of satisfaction from the intensity of the kiss and a groan of frustration as the pulsating ache between my thighs burned hotter. I gave into the urge and tightened my legs around his waist, bringing the ice cold muscles of his stomach flush against the burning heat and nearly screamed with pleasure.

Edward's hands swept once more down my spine and over my behind, until each hand firmly gripped a thigh. He lifted me higher, while I struggled in vain to keep his lips on mine. My sigh of indignation soon turned into a gasp of pleasure as his cool lips found my neck. They teased and tantalized, slowly moving from my neck, over my shoulder, along my collar bone and lower still. The feel of his cool wet tongue against my warm breast did things to me that I didn't know were possible; his mouth, achingly sweet, lavishly worshipped at first one breast and then the other.

The sounds that erupted from me were unrecognizable. It was agony and it was pure bliss. I could no longer tell one from the other. The heat was too much. That pulsating, burning ache was trying to consume me. I was losing my mind. In one breath I pleaded with him, begging him to stop and yet my hands fisted in his hair holding him steadily in place. In another I screamed his name, pleading with him, begging him to hold me tighter. All the while I trembled and burned.

I felt his hands tighten on my thighs as he lowered me into the water. Gently guiding me until I felt him, cool and hard, pressing into the very center of my burning heat. My hips greedily tilted forward, eager to accept the length of him and the solace his cold skin provided. He stilled, tense, fighting against the shudders of pleasure that racked his body; his breath came in short pants, hissing through his teeth. And then, with my name a soft sigh on his lips, he thrust deeply, claiming my virginity and my body as his.

We fit together perfectly, liquid fire and sculpted ice, moving as one. There was no pain, only euphoric surrender as Edward's measured thrusts pushed me closer to a white abyss that would end my burning torment. I could feel it, see it in my mind; so close and yet so far away. "Please," I begged, mounting frustration evident in my tone. He captured my lips in another intoxicating kiss, pulled me closer and ground his hips into mine. It was exactly what I needed. My body stiffened as white heat exploded within me and I shattered into a million tiny pieces. The pleasure was all consuming, an endless buoyant white abyss, the same that had called to me before.

As my heartbeat slowed and my breathing returned to normal, I, once again, became aware of the beautiful man within my arms. He patiently watched, with eyes that still smoldered, as I became attuned to my surroundings. Heat flushed throughout my body, this time from embarrassment. I shifted nervously and felt him stiffen, a low hiss escaped through his clinched teeth.

Edward lifted me up and away from his body, separating us, and cradled me in his arms. His movements were sure, quick, but not quick enough for me not to notice that he was clearly still aroused. I rested my head on his shoulder, saddened and confused. Wondering what I had done wrong.