Twilight- This is the honeymoon scene that I would like to have seen in print. Lemon (Bella/Edward) chapter 1 will be in Bella's POV and chapter 2 will be in Edwards POV . Please be kind as this is my first fan fiction story. It is a promise that I made for my best friend who committed suicide Nov 23, 2013. I promised her that I would follow my goal to write and post a story to fan fiction! chapter 1

Twilight disclaimer: all owned by Stephenie Meyer. I am just a lemon-lover and a tweaker!

Bella POV

"Aren't you supposed to wait for the threshold?" I asked, breathless as he sprung out of huge boat.
He grinned. "I'm nothing if not thorough." Edward effortlessly scooped me up in one hand and grabbed the two steamer trunks in the other. It was pitch black. Here I am, where I have wanted to be for so very long. Why am I so scared? Well, not scared really, as I have never been scared of Edward, but why the trepidation?

There are dim lights coming from the distance. Edward is walking toward what I now see as a glass-fronted house. So much for my thoughts of us staying at a hotel. I turn my face and I see Edward looking at me; I cannot read his smile and he is not asking me what I am thinking. This is out of character for him. Is he nervous too?

Edward nudges the door open and carries me in. My heart is thumping in my chest like a terrified fox on a hunt and Edward chuckles, but he sounds off and somewhat quiet. The room is grand. There are pale-on-pale tones similar to that of the Cullen's home. It is simply breath-taking. I take in the beautifully decorated room and gape when I espy a large bed, complete with billowing clouds of mosquito netting.

Edward releases me and nervously states that he is going to get the luggage. I nod and lift my hand and slowly stroke the netting. My senses are heightened and I feel the caress of the fabric in my fingers. I smell the salty air. My breathing is hitched and I feel a bead of sweat running down the back of my neck and between my breasts. Is this real? I need to anchor myself. I swallow the lump in my throat and embrace the fact that I am here with Edward and that he is willing to follow through with my request of trying. I want to try to make love with him while I am still human.

Edward is suddenly behind me. I did not hear him return. I am glancing downward, avoiding his eyes. I know that when I look into them I am lost. He never fails to dazzle me, making me lose all train of thought. My attention comes back as he is mentioning something about the heat and that is for the best. I respond by reaffirming his thoroughness. Again he chuckles but it is a nervous chuckle. "I was wondering," Edward said slowly,"if ...if first...maybe you'd like to take a midnight swim with me?"

I nod woodenly. Edward gives me a 'human moment' and I use this time to gather my strength and my resolve. I watch him walk out to the beach, dropping clothes along as he departs. I am on fire. Not literally, but I feel like my skin is aflame and burning. I glance down and feel relieved that I look the same as before. I walk over to my luggage. I open the top case and stare in horror. Alice packed very French and very expensive lingerie. Someday I will have to kill her...and to thank her.

I am so afraid. I am a virgin, he is a virgin and I do not know the first thing about seduction. All I know is that I want to try, and that I want to please him. I have wanted this for so long and I have had to fight and convince Edward that this is possible and that we can try. Sucking in a deep breath and realizing that I am not ready to approach Edward in slinky lingerie, I opt for a shower and another shave. I am gathering my courage for twice I almost talked myself out of meeting Edward in the water.

"Don't be a coward, don't be a coward." I chant my mantra over and over. I look through my clothes and settle for only a towel, because really, what does one wear to a midnight swim with her newly-betrothed? I inhale a deep breath and walk out of the door and into the unknown.

The sand is warm under my feet and the water tickles my toes as I step in. The water is warm, like a sweet kiss, a warm embrace. Edward was right to bring us here. I can only imagine how this warm water reacts with his usually cold skin. I drop the towel and confidently stride up to his form, water waist high. He is beautiful. His hair is blackened by the water and by the darkness. His skin is luminous and matches the pale moon. He is glorious. I see the defined muscles on his back and his arms. These arms have held me tight over and over. These arms have kept me safe. His back I have stroked and memorized with my fingertips. He is mine. I am his.

My skin is no longer on fire. The burn is slow and deep. It burned away all my fear and uncertainty. I want this. I want him. I arrive at his side where he waits, not looking at me. I tell him this is beautiful but he responds that it is 'okay', but not compared to me standing there beside him.

I place my hand in his. Our hands are skimming the water's surface and I am in awe by the fact that we are almost the same temperature. His skin is sensuous and feels like velvet over steel. I have a flash, remembering our first time in the meadow and how he pressed his face against my neck, taking in my scent but also warming his skin against mine. He stated that we were almost the same temperature then.

"I promised we would try," he whispered. He seemed tense. "If...if I do anything wrong, if I hurt you, you must tell me at once." Edward was pleading. He was speaking so low and so fast, almost forcing out the words that wanted escape, like they had a mind of their own.

I stared into his eyes. I Still held on to my conviction and my confidence. "Don't be afraid. We belong together." I feel the truth and honesty in my words. Wrapping his arms around me I hear him say 'forever' before he pulls me toward his body and into deeper sea.

My eyes are closed. I feel everything. I feel the rock-hardness of his body against mine. I feel his arms protecting and cradling me. I feel my breasts crushed against his chest. His chest, I have touched and memorized every plain and groove and now it is more real. The warm water is a blanket. It is shielding me from the ice of his body. It is our warmth. It is our love. My caution is thrown to the wind. I feel him and I want him.

His arms lift me and I swing my legs around him, locking him in my grasp. I hear him gasp. I feel his fists balled against my back. I can only imaging how this is testing and straining his normal self-control. I open my eyes and I smile down at him. I reassure him. I take my hands and caress his head, twining my fingers in his hair. I hope he likes this. I pull his head back as hard as I can. Edward takes the hint and tilts his head back, allowing me to start our dance with a long and almost brutally punishing kiss.

Edwards kiss. He deepens the kiss and slides me down from his body. I feel it then. Edward's arousal is evident against my thigh. I am lost. I have never seen nor touched any penis, and because he is a vampire, I always assumed his penis was hard like the rest of his body. It is incredible. The feeling of that burn, the feeling of my wetness and of my arousal. I become embarrassed and I know that I should not be. He is my husband and my lover. I graciously embrace this feeling and I slide my hand down to his waist.

Edward's head falls to my neck and he is scenting me. He kisses and nibbles by collar bone, careful not to draw blood. He is claiming me. His arms are clenching and releasing me, making me rut against him. I feel it. I feel his member slide against my sex. The feeling is like a whirlwind and I am losing breath. Inside I am delirious and flying blindly.

I hear Edward moaning, and I see too, that he is not unaffected by our dance. He kisses me once more - deep and hard. He seems to be vacillating between staying in the water and going back to our bed. Edward's moans bring my moans to life. I am making sounds that I have never made before and I don't care. I want to scream and shout. I am fearless.

The bed wins out. Edward is running out of the water and up to the beach with me in his arms. He will not drop me nor let my feet touch the ground. He is laughing exultantly. I feel his joy and I know too, that he will try because he loves me. Reaching the bed, he tosses me softly upon it. I laugh as this is a silly side of him that I rarely see. He is staunchly so self-contained as I know that he has to be. I know that my blood and my scent still has that powerful draw to him, even though it is not as potent as before.

He gently slides his body over mine. He is resting on his elbows so that his weight is not crushing me. His face is so close. I smell his honey and sunshine scent that I so love. His hair is dripping on me and it is welcome. I tilt my head up and kiss his eyelids. His eyes close and I feel his smile against my cheek. My skin must feel like fire against his.

I take my hands and start stroking his head and then lower to his cheeks and neck. He slides one hand up to my neck and grasps it softly, not enough to constrict air movement. "I love you." He whispers in my ear. I groan and pull his body to mine, taking my leg and intertwining with his. I will not let go. My hand slowly moves lower from his neck down his back and stopping at his ass.

I have never dared to touch him here. It is firm and supple and I cannot help myself and knead his cheeks. I flash back to the memory of night I slept over at his home. I so wanted to make love but he stopped me. I remember his body on mine and how he ran his hand from my face, down my chest and ribs, down my waist and hip, down my leg and then finally hitching my leg over him so that I rested atop him. Even then my breath whooshed out of me! Now my touch has ripped moans out of Edward.

He takes both my hands, drawing them over my head. He takes both my hands in one of his. He gently whispers that he will try, I think not so much to reassure me, but to reassure himself. He slides his hand ever so gently down my face creating a path to my thigh. It is heavenly and I do not want the feeling to end. He raises his body slightly so he can lower his lips to my breast. I arch my body as his lips reach my nipple. The feeling is exquisite - like ice on fire. His cold lips and tongue trace a cold path to my heated peak. We are moaning and this action is eliciting our responses. I am arching into him and he is grinding his pelvis into mine.

I am so very wet and I know he can smell it. I tuck this foolish shame away. I keep telling myself that this is normal and is necessary for penetration. Edward takes his hand and gently eases my thighs apart. My instincts tell me what I must do. He groans and lines up his member to my core. He gently enters but stops at my maidenhead. He looks to me to see if I am okay. He looks like he is doubting himself. I see him wince. I nod and tell him to proceed. I am silent, as my eyes tell him all he needs to know.

He pushes forward and I feel the tear of my hymen. There is blood as I instantly smell it. It reminds me of the day of the blood sampling in class. I was faint and had the pleasure of Edward escorting me to the Nurse's office. The blood stunk of rust and salt. Edwards fingers tighten on my body and I know for sure that he can smell it too. I know this must be painful and exquisite for him. I know he has never felt the heat and wetness from within a woman before, but also I know this is compounded with the scent of my blood and my body. Edward is growling and clutching me harder. He quickly release a hand and I see it grabbing the headboard. He is closing his eyes and I see that his teeth are clenched. I see his thirst and his pain.

With my hands freed I quickly grab his ass and start to move. I hope to have distracted him enough from his thirst. He is holding his breath and his eyes are shut tight. I want his eyes open. I want him to see this delicious pleasure-pain that I am feeling. Even as a novice, I grab his hips forcing him into a rhythm.

"Open your eyes." I whisper. I see his eyes and the look of awe in them. I want to know what he is thinking. I see his love. This is my undoing. I feel the fullness in my sex. I am flying high and there is a pleasure building up inside me. I feel the heat and the pain is now but a memory. I feel nothing, only him, grinding into my heat and feel his breathy moans against my neck. This is what I have waited for. This was worth the fight. This is worth the pain of losing him and then regaining him.

I climax and I scream out his name. I feel as though I have been flung into the sky and then plummeted back to earth. I feel immense joy. My heart is beating like a hummingbird and my sweaty hair is stuck to my face. I open my eyes to see my beautiful husband panting. He too reached climax, but I was so lost in my own to have witnessed his. If he had a heartbeat I'm sure that it would have been beating a ragged staccato.

He clutches me and flips us over. He is wiping my hair from my face and kissing my eyes and face gently. His breathing has returned to normal but he is still so quiet. He sits us up so that I am in his lap. He again is hard and lines his member to mine. I have no qualms about this. I want him, I will always want him for he is mine. It is a different feeling being on top. I grab his head and bite hard into his stony neck. I hear his moans and I know that I am controlling this union. He relinquishes all power to me. I kneel up and insert his penis into me. I wince as I am still tender, but I want this pain so bad. I start to grind and Edward accommodates me by placing his hands on my hips, helping and setting a rhythm. I come again and again. It was so fast and easy this time. I have a lover who will never tire. One who never needs to sleep. One who will always be ready for me.

I collapse on his chest. My bones have become spongy and feel like they have melted. He kisses me teasingly on my nose and tells me to sleep. I giggle and say that this is a good idea. I told him that I need to recharge. I blissfully fall into a deep sleep.

I am awakened hours later by a nudging. I am on my front and I ease up to see Edward above me. In his hands is a tube of lubricant. He looks away shyly and then asks me to try it 'there'. I am speechless. I have just lost my virginity with my husband and he wants to take the next step and go 'there'. But I trust him. I will do this only for him.

Edward takes the pillows and piles them. I kneel and he shifts my hips over the pillow, my face on the bed. He is massaging my cheeks and stroking upward until he reaches my neck. This feels magnificent as it is easing the pains from earlier. I am afraid of the pain. Edward leans and kisses me from my nape and slowly down my back and waist. He is licking and nibbling me. He tells me that I am beautiful and that he is sorry; for what, I don't know. He seems torn from wanting sex with me in this way but also against knowing the amount of pain that this will most likely cause my body. His hands start sliding under my body and tugging at my nipples. This feels incredible. The sensation is like electric jolts shot to my groin. I am moaning and he slides his other hand down to my heat. Taking the wetness, he slides his hand up my perineum to my anus. He gently rubs the entrance but does not enter.

I gasp as he takes his first anointed finger and pushes in knuckle-deep. The feeling is alien and painful but at the same time indescribable. He kisses me and sucks my neck. I do not notice a second finger has penetrated my backside. I am gasping and the pain is so real. Tears slide from my eyes and Edward stops. The pain in his eyes is evident. "Edward, don't stop. I got this." I say. To my surprise I do want this. He resumes and we find a rhythm that I can relax to. There is a third finger inserted but I am ready now.

Edward finishes his ministrations and coats his penis and my hole with lubricant. He gently nudges the entrance and I cringe and moan. My mind is seeing every color of the spectrum and I focus on this. Edward inches another inch and my breathing is panted and controlled. There is pleasure and pain and now the pleasure is winning out. I thrust my ass back, forcing him into me deeper. I am no longer in my body. I am pleasure. I am breath. I am light.

I force back again until I feel his testicles against my ass. There is a feeling of fullness that I cannot comprehend. Edward has his hands gripping tightly at my hips and will not let go for love nor money. We are moving to a fast pace like we are in a race for first place. The pain is forgotten. We are moaning and panting. I cannot speak of the wonderful things I feel. I listen to Edward's breathing. I know he is close. I am close.

Suddenly we come together. Than unknown and forbidden pain culminated into the best orgasm that I have ever had. He collapses on me and rolls to avoid placing his weight on me. He strokes my back and ass. I know that I will feel pain later. I am adrift and the cables holding me to the now are snapping as I head into a slumber.

I awake with the sun coming up through the windows and the billowing mesh net. I feel Edward softly stroking patterns into my back. I cannot get this smile off my face and I am happy. I want to lie here forever. I slowly rise to awareness. I am in bliss but I am confused by all the feathers on the bed and in my hair. I look over the the almost silver of his skin and his jaunt jaw. I lift and rest on my elbow. "Edward, what is it?" I say and there is a catch in my throat. What have I done?

"You have to ask?" he spits out. His voice was hard and cynical. Fear grips me. I do not know what is wrong and immediately my insecurity rears it ugly head. I thought that we fit together perfectly. I felt that we meshed together like a natural fabric. We were fire and ice somehow fitting together and coexisting without destroying each other. This was firm proof that we belonged together.

What have I done to warrant his anger?


A/N: thanks for reading and soon will be Edward's POV. =)