So, I've decided to start a new story, one that has been bugging me for a while now. I have every intention of finishing my other story Resolutions, but it a lot more angsty than this and I need something a little fluffier to sink my teeth into every now and then. I also find it a lot easier to write the fluff. Hopefully you guys enjoy it...

This story is rated M for mature content. Bad language, bad behavior and sexy times ahead.

I do not own Twilight or any of its characters. Neither do I own the tv series 'Temptation Island.' While there are similar ideas to the show in this story, the content will be different.

Temptation Island

Chapter One

1.32am. The bright green numbers of my alarm clock seemed to mock me, as if it was taunting me to fall asleep before another minute ticked by. Unfortunately, this little scenario had become all too familiar to me and I knew that there was no chance in hell that I would be sleeping any time soon.

It had been three hours since Edward and I had gone to bed after a night out to celebrate my 24th birthday. Which meant that it had been roughly 2 hours and 55 minutes since he got his rocks off and promptly fell asleep. Like fucking clockwork.

My mind wandered back to a time when he couldn't get enough of my body. Long, lingering kisses and heated touches. Mad, monkey sex in every square inch of our apartment and in every conceivable position. It was almost enough to make me blush when I thought about it. Almost, but I was far too frustrated to even pretend to care.

At the time I had thought that it would never be any different. Sure, I knew that when we came out of that 'honeymoon' phase and settled into everyday life, certain things would slow down. I just didn't realise that it would gradually turn into a weekly - and subsequently – fortnightly five minute fumble that left him snoring and me climbing the walls.

I sighed and rolled back over to look at the clock.

2.35am. Great, I had just lost another hour that I couldn't get back, an hour that I desperately needed of sleep. As usual, the more I tried to stop the memories and just turn off, the more I thought.

The first date Edward and I had been on had been a disaster. We had gone out to dinner to some fancy restaurant, and I spent most of the evening glaring at all of the waitresses who for some reason thought that he was fair game. Edward had thought that I was 'cute' while I was trying to intimidate the competition and spent most of the night chuckling – at my expense. By the end of the night I had had enough, and was more than ready for the date to end. Add one flat tire, an hour on the side of the road while Edward pretended to know what he was doing and then two more hours as we waited for roadside assist to come and help us, and I was more than prepared to never see Mr. Cullen again. The next day while I was relieving my stomach of its contents -oh yes, of course it was food poisoning – I was surprised when I received a phone call from Edward. Even more surprising was the fact that he asked me out again, and a shock to my system that I said yes.

That was almost five years ago, and I had never regretted accepting that second date with him. Even in the rut that we were currently in, I still knew that I loved him completely. There had to be some way that we could get back to how we were before.

4.00am. I was at the dining room table, cup of tea in hand while my mind wandered. As much as I tried to come up with solutions, I found them hard to come by. Well, original solutions anyway. I decided to use my time wisely and make a list, a list of all of the possible things that I could do to put the wham back into our bam.

Lingerie.

Sounded good in theory but a case of been there, done that. The only thing I succeeded in doing was turning our five-minute session into roughly three and a half minutes, and even that was being generous. It seemed that my Edward was extremely turned on with the visuals, and on a few occasions even managed to arrive before even entering my 'den of pleasure'. I didn't think it was a serious problem with his equipment, but more to do with the fact that we rarely had sex anymore. When we did he was just a little out of practice and couldn't hold on for long.

Watch porn.

Now this one should be a no brainer. We had watched porn over the years and it had always been good to us and served its purpose nicely. But, as above, the lack of regular sex and Edward's eagerness from the visual stimulation resulted in yet another quick fuck with no relief in sight. Well, for me anyway. Next.

Role play

Tried it once and swore never to do it again. I had dressed Edward as a vampire, complete with fangs and cape. He looked like sex on legs and I was more than ready to be held down and eaten within an inch of my life. Literally. Only problem was that Edward had put on this ridiculous Transylvanian accent, and every time he opened his mouth to say something sexy, all I could imagine was the count from Sesame Street saying 'one, two, three…ah,ah,ah.' Needless to say, he was not impressed with my laughter and I spent the next two hours apologising and grovelling before he got back into to bed and passed out. Not something I would like to revisit.

Sex toys

Purchased a vibrator a year ago, Edward got upset, hid said vibrator in the back of my closet. No prizes for guessing that it was now my prize possession and I had a constant supply of batteries hidden back there as well. It had got me through many tough days and lonely nights, and was sure that it would do so again many times in the future.

Counselling

This was a tricky one. I had mentioned it to Edward not long ago, and he was appalled at the idea and refused to talk about it. Don't get me wrong, he had always been great at communicating emotions, and still was to a certain degree. Jesus, after the first time that we had sex, he rolled over and asked me how I was feeling to the extent that we talked about it for over 30 minutes. Don't get me wrong, I had been a virgin at the time and thought that it was wonderful that he cared enough to ask, but the fact that he had always been so open about everything is what confused me now. Sure, he could talk for days about his work, his family or of his love for me, but ask him to talk about our lack of sex life. End of the fucking world. This one I may bring up again, but only after I had exhausted every conceivable option.

Make him want me

The ultimate question was how. All of the above hadn't worked, so where did I go from here?

From nowhere I had a random thought - make him jealous. Let him see other guys want me; make him want to mark his territory. God knows it had worked in reverse. Every time some girl had thrown themselves at him, I had stepped in and taken over. It always made me want to drag him to the nearest corner and claim him as mine, and Edward had found it incredibly hot to see me so dominant. I wonder if it would bring out the same reactions in him as it did me.

Only problem now was that I had to find someone to flirt with me. He knew all of my friends so would know something was up if it was one of them. I didn't fancy going to a club to be mauled by complete strangers, and god knows that I'm probably the least sexiest woman on this planet. In my own home, sure. But out in public, the fear of rejection overwhelmed me. No, this had to be something completely different, somewhere I could be sure that men would flirt with me.

I recalled a conversation that I had with Jane, a close friend of mine from work. She had mentioned that a friend of hers had spent three weeks on an island dedicated to helping people discover themselves and their sexuality. It wasn't a retreat where you went to for just couples therapy, but a place designated to let loose, party and meet other like minded people to see if you are truly dedicated and in touch with your current partner. It seemed a little out of character for me, and most definitely for Edward, but I had run out of ideas and to my sleep deprived brain it seemed like the perfect solution. It might even bring out a little jealous streak in Edward and put some excitement back into our lives.

6.00am. I stared at the website and tried to imagine myself there. Temptation Island. I read over the introduction several times to let it all sink in.

Have you ever wanted more out of your relationship, both emotionally and physically? Have you ever questioned if the person that you are with is your perfect match, in every conceivable way?

Temptation Island is here to help you. Our island let's you and your partner spend some quality time alone together to help you work on your relationship, and just as importantly, some time apart to rediscover yourself and what you truly want out of life.

And there it was, like a beacon in the dark and reaching out to guide me to the shore. To the shore of none other than Temptation Island.

In addition to the five couples that they allowed on the island at a time, there were also twelve singles present, six guys and six girls. The guys in a couple stayed on a separate part of the island with the six single girls and vice versa.

I quickly read through the rest of the site and discovered that while it did put you in situations with the opposite sex that may lead you to give into temptation, it was more about making you feel desirable and sexy.

I trusted Edward completely and didn't worry about him with any of the singles. Hell, he didn't even seem interested in sex at all, so I thought that I was pretty safe there. Maybe, just maybe, he would be jealous of seeing me in the company of other men. And if the pictures on the website were anything to go by, incredibly hot, incredibly buff men, six of them to be exact.

One of the things I like about the island was that they also organised 'couples time'. From luxurious spa days, yoga and even therapy if it was wanted, it seemed like the perfect way for us to reconnect, and maybe even get Edward into some sessions where we could talk about our problems with a professional. Well, that was the hope anyway.

7.00am. Without further thought I entered our information and provided my credit card details. There was a space open at the island in two weeks, and I wanted to hurry up and secure the booking before someone else got it or I chickened out. With one last look at our application I hit the send button and let out the breath that I had held. There was no looking back now, and this little idea of mine could either make us or break us. Either way, I knew without a shadow of a doubt that something had to be done. Now I just had to break it to Edward and I hoped like hell that he would accept and embrace this.

7.30am. One amazing breakfast cooked, and I shuffled my feet along the floorboards as I made my way to our room. Edward had just woken up and I placed his plate on his bedside table with a huge smile on my face. I really needed to butter him up.

"What's all this for, beautiful. Did I wear you out last night and you needed a big breakfast?" It took all I had not to choke on my coffee when he smirked at me. Edward, I love you, but you are so delusional that I don't know if you can make it back from whatever lala land you currently reside in.

With one last gulp of air I decided the best thing would be just to put it out there and see what the reaction was. No time like the present.

"Edward, there's something I need to tell you…"

A/N: So there you have it. I think this could be a really fun story, not overly long but good for a few laughs along the way.

Would really love to hear any thoughts you have about it - do you want to see it continue? I may even offer teasers of the next chapter if there is enough interest...just to sweeten the deal!

Thanks for reading.

Bebe