..: Blood is like wine. :..
..: Breath in. Breath out. :..
..: Unconscious of the time. :..

"Room service?" I gave Edward a curious look as he brought the food over. He had insisted that I stay in bed. Breakfast in bed. I could see where he was coming from, I guess, but I didn't like feeling helpless. I could very well get my own breakfast without hurting myself, couldn't I?

I looked over what had been ordered for me, but then looked back up, feigning disinterest. It, in the few seconds of being scoured by my eyes, had looked delicious. My stomach growled, complaining openly as I denied the food set in front of me.

Instead of eating, I looked at Edward, sitting in the chair in front of the Tv. The Tv was on, the news blaring about the weather that would probably be wrong or slightly off, but Edward wasn't watching it, as usual.

His expression was sour as he saw me turn away from the food, his pale hands covering his mouth so I couldn't see the frown there.

I sighed, picked up the fork, and feeling ridiculous where I sat dressed in the same outfit as yesterday, started cutting the pancakes up and popped a small piece into my mouth. I swallowed, then looked back to him, triumphant.

"You could have just given me cereal. I wouldn't complain."

Edward rolled his eyes, then readjusted himself so he was facing the Tv fully now.

I watched him in the corner of my eyes as I ate, my pulse racing. I was married to him. And he looked gorgeous, just sitting there, lounging in a hotel room chair, watching the weather channel. So natural, but so unnatural as he performed a simple action that so many 'normal' people did everyday. Watching Tv.

Why was I so pained when I thought about how plain I looked next to him, even though he told me at least a million time yesterday how beautiful I looked? Hundreds of millions times before that day as well.

Sometimes, words are just pretty words. They don't mean anything unless there's action behind them.

My stomach churned out butterflies which replaced my hunger. What was I inferring? That Edward didn't love me? Laughter threatened to break out now, and I stuffed another huge mouthful of pancake in my mouth.

They were sweet and sugary, saturated in syrup, with a floral patterned decor of strawberries, pineapples, and blueberries placed around the food and plate. Leaves, I think mint but I couldn't be sure without smelling or tasting it, and that would involve getting my fingers very sticky, circled around the outer rim of the plate.

It made me wonder where in the world we actually were. With this in mind, my curiosity raging, I ate my food hastily, my hunger abated for now.

I was done in a few minutes, and I put my plate aside, where he had lain for the night. If I leaned in, I could probably smell him, but I had better plans then that. "Do I have permission to get up yet?"

His eyes were already trained on me as I myself looked over to him. He was leaning on his elbow, which rested on the arm of the chair, his chin in his hand as he studied me. "Certainly. I just wanted you to eat, love. Can't have you fainting from hunger later on tonight."

I gulped. I knew exactly what he was planning tonight, and it made me impatient. Pity myself for falling asleep last night when I needed it. For Edward, I should be denying every physical need I had. Down right near death before I thought of myself and actually living till the next day.

Maybe that would give him a reason to change me.

While I schemed, I sat up in bed and swung my legs over. I was still dressed, and I growled inwardly. I felt stale, and I looked around the room, now searching for a bathroom.

As if knowing what I needed, Edward pointed behind him, shifting only slightly. I didn't look about the room, now, and instead hurried into the bathroom. "I laid out a change of clothes. If you don't like them, you can get another outfit."

I only had to hear his tone to know how much that would hurt him if I did, and I shut the door, locking it to make sure. Hey, it made me feel better, even though I knew he wouldn't, in the least, be deterred by the lock. The heavy plywood door wouldn't stand a chance against Edward.

The bathroom was nicely furnished, and I was reminded again that this was, most likely, a very upscale resort that Edward had whisked us away to. Deciding not to think about the money he had spent, I looked over the outfit.

Should I have been surprised that it was blue?

It was a deep sapphire color, the shirt. I picked it up to get a better look. It was a short sleeved blouse, with buttons leading halfway down the front. It ruffled out at the bottom (1) in a flare. There, near the hem of the shirt, sequins were sewed on. They caught the light of the bathroom, and glinted rainbows that danced around the small room.

As gently as I could, I lay the shirt back on the sink, where I had found it, and picked up the bottom half of the outfit. It was a white skirt, which flowed down to my knees when I held it up to me. There were sequins there, near the hem, as well, which also caught the light and shot rainbows to dance around the room.

I placed this back, too, and then blushed when I saw what was next to them, neatly folded. He didn't miss a beat, that boy. Or was he a man? I didn't want to think about it, because in all honesty, it didn't matter to me, so I shook my head as if that would help any.

Before I could examine what else lay for me, I opened the door, the lock popping out as I turned the knob, and peeked out of the crack. "Alice bought this, didn't she?"

He sat as if he had been listening, straining toward the door. I had thought that he might have actually been sitting outside the door, leaning against it, but again had to shake that thought from my mind as well.

"Yes," he answered, cautious.

I smiled, then closed and locked the door once more. Just to make sure.

Then I moved to the undergarments I had found lying there. They were black, outlined in frilly lace. Without much concern, I folded them and lay them back carefully, like they would scream at me or bite if I didn't handle them with the utmost care. Turning away, I very nearly tripped on something that had been hidden from my vision as I looked over the clothes.

I glared down at the sandals. They were white like the skirt, and their straps would snake around my ankle when I put them on.

Righting myself, I marched to the door and opened it again, holding it open part way. He hadn't moved at all it seemed since last time, but I could tell he was leaning away from the door now. And I could see his cheeks upturned by the smile. "Would you like to plan my hair style for the day?"

"In this weather?" he mused. "It would just get messy and tangled. But it's what you want, love."

Sure.

I shut the door, and turned, then jumped with a cry as I heard it open again. I whirled, eyes blazing. "You didn't lock it," he whimpered, looking innocent.

I growled, and he slunk from the door, which I slammed and made sure I locked.

Then I was showering, trying to calm myself. I didn't mind really, but it was slightly annoying, being dressed again. Like I was an oversized Barbie doll.

But Barbie wasn't loved by Edward Cullen because Barbie was a blond. She could keep Ken, for all I cared. They were plastic anyway.

I was out in a couple of minutes, and dried myself off throughly before I put anything on. The undergarments fit snugly, and weren't scanty at all. In fact, they covered everything and left nothing exposed. With a sigh, I stepped into the skirt to find it, as well, fit perfectly. Then I pulled on the shirt, unbuttoned the top two buttons, and picked up the sandals on my way to the door.

Edward was lounging on the couch now, watching some English show on the SciFi channel.

"Wonder why they get this out here. They have nothing but the basics, but this is extra, isn't it?" He looked up to me, eyes pressing, and I shrugged. Did it matter?

Obviously not because he flicked it off and sat up, then walked to the window without looking out it. I grumbled something inaudible, and stalked to the door, placing the sandals behind the chair as I did.

"Edward, I wish you would tell me what you have planned today." My patience was wearing thin. I wanted this week, more like this day, to pass by faster. I needed the day to close to the end because the suspense was very nearly killing me.

"Not yet Bella. You'll. . .see."

His tone told me differently. Suspicion flavored my tone as I formed my one thought that arose from his hesitant words. "You don't have a single thing actually planned, do you?"

Edward turned, eyes wide and innocent. "Did you want something planned?"

"Edward," I shook my head, smiling. "Not really. I'd rather spend my time with you." I was flushing again. Curse my over beating heart.

He seemed thoughtful for a moment, then shrugged. "I wasn't planning on doing anything today, no. At least, not going outside during the daylight hours."

There he went again.

But, concerned and curious now, I skipped around him to the window and parted the curtain slightly to the side. It was blaring outside, compared to the darkness inside the room. The brightness of it made me blind for a few seconds, and I blinked, dazed. And then I wished I was still blind.

I groaned as if in pain, and Edward tensed at my side immediately. I was right. It was a beautiful view outside. Magnificent really. "Edward. . .where are we? Besides where the movie stars go, please?"

"An island in the South Pacific." I groaned again, thinking Hawaii, and parted the curtain and bit further, allowing more of the blinding light in. "It's a couple miles from Hawaii," he said quickly, still overly concerned for my well being.

The view. . .holy crow. . .the view. It belonged in some Nation Geographic magazine, and probably was.

It revealed a long white sandy beach down to the right, and I threw the one curtain to the side to see the pale liquid ocean, the waves fluid as they peaked, just small things, then crash down on the sand. They repeated this again and again, creating a very tranquil scene indeed.

The rays were reflecting off Edward, I saw now, casting his diamond facet rays off his skin to around the room. He was like a disco ball, and it took some effort to keep my smile even off my face. I studied his expression for a moment, just out of the corner of my eye, then back over the island.

It was green, was the second thing I noticed. I wondered how humid it was outside with some growing despair, but put it down as my eyes followed the upward slant near the middle of the island.

"A dormant volcano? Really, Edward." My tone was filled with the disbelief that overflowed from my expression.

Edward was really trying to fight back his own smile, satisfied that I wasn't growing to throw a fit in the immediate next minute or so. He, however, could not hide the laughter in his voice as he spoke. "We can or can not hike it if you like. They have trails leading up and down the sides to the rim of the crater."

I snorted, then looked around again. It was very tropical looking, and I half expected a dinosaur to crash through the swaying palm trees, roaring with large pointy teeth sticking out of its mouth. I was sure that this was the only real tall building on the island, so I figured we were safe from anything that might want to eat us out there.

And nothing, not even a pack of crazed dinos, could get passed Edward.(2)

With a side glance to Edward, who was watching me from the shadow now — he moved out of the sun to stop drawing attention to himself, in case anyone was looking — and I slid open the door. Just a bit.

I was struck with surprise.

It wasn't humid at all. In fact, even though there was a strong wind, it was just dry heat. I stared at the palm forest, mind lost. And no roaring in the distance.

Edward distracted me with his soft voice. "There's a storm coming. Alice called last night to say that it will stay for four or five days. It should be overcast tomorrow." I liked the idea that struck me as he said this.

Me and Edward walking down the beach while all others have locked themselves in their room, grumbling about the weather. The waves coming in again and again, sloshing and throwing water up around our ankles as if being territorial toward us. Suddenly, I couldn't wait for tomorrow.

And the rain really wasn't that bad. In my time in Forks, I had grown accustomed to it actually. So much so that it really didn't bother me that much. As long as I was with Edward, I would be fine, even in a torrential downpour and lightning striking around us. More than fine, to be blunt.

But for some reason, he misread my silence as something negative. "You don't have to stay here, of course. We can go some place else, tonight we can leave if you want. Somewhere warm and dry. Where the sun is —"

"Where the sun keeps you trapped inside all day," I sighed. "What's the point in that?"

He made a face and flicked his eyes over to the volcano that loomed over the island. "It's what you want. This is your last week. Do you really want to spend it with me when you'll be doing that for all eternity soon?" His words made my voice catch in my throat and my heart pulse, and I slowly shut the door. But I could see him flash that crooked smile of his.

"Yeah, and your family. Can't forget them. All the time me and you will be apart because Alice will have me away shopping." I dropped the curtain now, infected by impulse, and walked over to Edward in the corner. I snaked my arms around him and gently pressed my body to his. "And I'll have to arm wrestle Emmet all the time in my first year. You asked me to." I traced his collar bone underneath his shirt with my lips, then pushed it down so I could kiss his stone flesh. "And I'll have to settle something with Rosalie. She won't be pleased at me, but I doubt she ever will. Maybe try and make Jasper feel better in any way I can." I kissed his skin again, then started for his neck.

Was it just me, or was his breathing coming faster? "Bella," he growled in warning and I froze. "Not now."

I smiled. I thought it was something else. "And I'm not saying now. But Edward, I'm bored. You can't leave the room and —"

He pressed his finger to my lips, and smiled. "Mind if I ask you to change again?"

I narrowed my eyes. "Why?"

"There's an indoor pool Bella."

I thought this over. It didn't take too long. "Oh. . ."

— —

I really didn't get much swimming done. It was. . .too much to not look at him. And it wasn't like we weren't alone. Everyone was most likely outside, enjoying the sun. I was beginning to wonder if anyone was in this place, when a couple came in through the door giggling and kissing each other.

I watched them as they set up a table near the outer corner, and then got in the pool. I personally, chose to sit on the chair and watching as Edward lounged next to me. "Bella. Why aren't you enjoying yourself?"

I leaned over to run a finger along his chest. I couldn't imagine this being only the second time I had seen him without a shirt on. He was so. . .awesome.

I could tell that the couple was painfully aware of us, so I pulled myself up and walked over to the other section of the indoor pool. There, bubbling, foaming heated water awaited me. It didn't take a fool to know that Edward was following me, slightly suspicious.

"I'd have to wash the chlorine from my hair if I went swimming," I complained. That was a lie. I just didn't prefer swimming too much.

Now, kicking back in a hot tub with one of my favorite books with Edward in the vicinity. . .that was more preferable.

He got in as well, then huddled up next to me, wrapping his arm around me. The contrasting ice and fire made me hiss slightly, but then I snuggled into the perfect fit his chest made for me.

He must have enjoyed it because he leaned his head back, eyes closed, and kept a smile on his face the entire time.

But that was then, and this was now. We had stayed there for as long as my skin could permit, and Edward had gotten out and shuddered. He was still warm now, as I pressed myself into his chest again, in the elevator on the way up to our room.

It was amazing how much he retained heat, and was sensitive to it, but could relax in a snowstorm without a second thought. Or live in Forks or Alaska without a second thought.

"What time is it," I asked absently.

He tilted his head back, and looked thoughtful for a while. We stopped once to let someone else on. He stood in the very front corner, casting odd looks to me and Edward every once and a while, until we got on our floor.

The 8th.

"I think it's around five. You skipped lunch."

"Oh," I sighed. It was later than what I thought. The day was very nearly gone. "Room service again?"

Edward made a face. "You're kidding, right?"

I blinked as we walked through the door. "Am I?"

"Bella. . ." he shook his head, laughing.

"Just get changed," he concluded, looking me over.

I went to comply, heading for the bathroom, when his hand stopped me. I turned, about to say something, when he put his lips to mine. I moved mine with his, wrapping my arms around his neck and running my hands through his hair. He was so. . .warm.

Then I felt the towel slipping, and went to pull it up, but too late. I blushed, but he didn't stop. But I could feel his smile there, just underneath the kissing. His hands traced my shoulder blades on my back, and I shivered.

He started to pull away, and I felt myself trying to keep him there in vain. He was smiling, then, in a blinding motion, he held the towel in his hand. "You need this?" He smiled crookedly, raising an eyebrow.

"Not really," I admitted, turning to pick up my outfit for the day that I really hadn't worn for the day. I was thanking again and again myself for not taking off the swimsuit. I'm not sure why I would have, earlier on, but I was glad that it was there.

I still felt maladroit standing there with barely nothing on, another outfit gifted by Alice, but it still was better than nothing.

I changed quickly. Then I had to fix my face and brush my teeth. I was in and out in less than five minutes, hair down and brushed, my wet swim suit draped over the rod on the wall of the bathroom.

Edward was already dressed as well, in a collared light shirt that tucked into his black dress pants. His hair was messy and disheveled as always, and he flashed a warming smile as he offered me his arm.

I took it, flushing as always, then realized I hadn't put my shoes on.

He sighed as I turned soundlessly to get them, and appeared with them in hand. "Shall I put them on for you," he offered softly, dropping down to one knee.

It reminded me of the night when he proposed, when my plans had fallen through. At least I had gained something from that ordeal.

Good for me.

I looked up to the ceiling as he lifted my feet, one at a time, and placed them into the sandals. He strapped them, careful all the while, and then stood and kissed me quickly. "Now?" he asked, offering his arm again.

I took it, flipped my hair over my shoulder, and leaned into him as we walked out the door. "Where are we going this time?"

"Well," he started, leaning down to kiss my hair. "I have dinner reservations to a place just outside the hotel. It should be in the shadows by now, if I planned this right."

I sighed, content but hungry. "Sounds lovely," I whispered, leaning again into his shoulder. . .

— —

Dinner only proved my point that this place was very upscale. I was intimidated to order from the menu. Of course, Edward didn't really order anything for himself, just a drink that I drained for myself, and instead offered conversation and watched me.

People were around us, so we had to keep our conversation guarded, but it was just natural things. Trivial events that he had heard about on the news that really didn't matter.

Oh, and if the food was all right. Which was an understatement in any manner. It was excellent.

But now there was no time for light chit chat. Edward had me pressed up against the bed, and I was feeling too elated to think about dinner. Which, might I add, was now rolling in my stomach.

After dinner we had watched Tv for half an hour. That same show was on, the one with the English man who called himself the Doctor. I didn't care for it too much when he put it on, but I was engrossed just after half an hour. It was interesting, to say in the least.

Edward lifted his head back to mine, lips tender and still careful. He freed my hands, and they flew to the front of his shirt, which was now untucked and looking very disorderly, as if they were attracting magnets. Not either of us missed a beat as our lips kept locked on each other's as both our hands worked to remove the other's shirts.

Tonight was worth waiting for indeed. . .

To be continued. . .

..: If I had it all again. . . :..
..: Breath in. Breath Out. :..
..: I'd change it all. :..

(1) - I'm sorry to interrupt you while your trying to picture this, but I thought I should point out how much I hate these style shirts. Don't worry, besides me telling you this, it shouldn't disrupt your reading.
(2) - I watched JP III today. I love that scene, you know, where the T-rex and the spino-thingy start fighting over the doctor. . .jeez. . .much better than the freaking second movie. That one sucked. No one even dare say it was okay. The dino got loose in a city. A huge freaking city. Totally jumped the shark there.

..: You know what I neglected to write in, beside that much needed scene for all you people at then end? Her brushing her teeth in the morning. Well, I'm lazy and I don't want to fix that, but you should now that I was thoughtful enough to think of it. sheepish smile :..

..: There's a secret hidden reason for me cutting it off there. For one, I'm finishing this at one thirty in the morning. My bad, yes, but you must suffer for it. Two is that it's near 4,000 words again, not including this tidbit at the bottom, and my wrists hurt. Badly. I'll be surprised if I awake and there's feeling in my middle fingers tomorrow. Or. . .later on today. But you should know. . .I'm going finish this up next chapter. That's if anyone actually is reading this. . .and I should tell you now, that after the first half hour that this was out, and I refreshed the stats page, I jumped up and down screaming for a good minute. Then I found my eight year old brother who could care less, strangled him in my hugs, and showed him something that he had no clue about. But he seemed happy enough when I explained my high. Seriously. Two replies; one favorite, and one alert. Do you see how little it takes to make me happy? So comment. Just a simple 'Good chapter' would do it, I'm sure. Please? I live off of those things. . .puppy pout :..

..: Please review if you enjoyed, and feel free to review even if you didn't. I just have one question, however. How do you edit the chapter you posted, so I can fix those blatant mistakes? At least the ones I found there when I reread it? :..

..: By the way, if anyone watched the Doctor Who episode of Midnight. . .boy. Well, you'll have to stay tuned to find out how I plan to end this, but I have gotten an idea from that. But, by the time I get the end of this out, Breaking Dawn will have hit the stores and, sadly, I'm afraid, no one will want to read the end of this. sigh But whatever suits their fancies I guess. It will turn freaky by the end, I'm sure. :..

..: You are all probably Twilight fans strictly, but there's a Doctor Who marathon on the SciFi channel today (Monday). Watch it to find my second addiction. :..

..: And last little note, promise. I don't know what song these lyrics are from. Am I gonna get in trouble for that? :..