Lips locked, Bella and Edward made their way up the stairs. Actually, it was more of Edward as he lifted Bella a few inches off the floor and took the stairs at vampire speed.

The night after their wedding day, Carlisle had taken the rest of the Cullen family up north to hunt for the majority of the night. This meant that now the house was empty, save for Edward, who pressed his back against his bedroom door, and Bella, who was held close to him with one hand while the other scrambled blindly for the handle. The two burled into the room. Bella was saved by Edwards grace from a nasty tumble. He wrapped his cold arms tighter around her and left the ground. They swirled around in the air for what seemed like forever, to Bella. Floor then ceiling, floor then ceiling flashed behind Edward's beautiful face. They hit the covers with little force; Edward landing on his back with Bella held close to his chest. He rolled her onto her back, as careful as if she were a delicate flower, and hovered over top of her. Edward put his lips on hers, offering a kiss, and then tried to part her lips with his own. Bella accepted; her mind unfocused and desire clouding her thoughts. She was quick to adjust her hands around Edward's neck and bring him closer. She kissed him a bit more aggressively than she knew he would have liked, but he didn't pull away. In fact, he did the same, with equal longing.

An instinct that Bella didn't know she had, caused her to remove her hands from around his neck and searched for the bottom rim of his shirt. She slipped her hands underneath the fabric, feeling his perfectly sculpted torso, alive and moving yet cold and hard, like stone. At her touch, Edward relieved himself from kissing for barely a second to remove his shirt quickly, and then returned without Bella even noticing. He rolled himself and Bella over onto their sides, studied her face for a moment, and then continued with their bliss. He brought her closer to him and gently traced his hand from behind her neck to her torso.

Bella could feel his elegant fingers trickle down her rib cage then hover around her hips. She couldn't help but place it as unusual for Edward, but it was nothing but pleasant. That's when he hooked his fingers around the top rim of both her bottom layers. Bella hastily removed her lips from his and stared.

"Edward?" her voice sounded a little too loud to her in the privacy of the room and she could feel her face heat up as all the blood rushed to her skin. "What are you doing?"

A small chuckle escaped from his throat.

"I made you a promise, Bella, and I have no intention of breaking it. My part of the deal, remember?"

Bella held herself for a moment. "I thought you said the deal was off?"

"And I thought you wanted to do this the correct way. We're married. Now, pants off."

He fixed his grip on her pants but she put her arm around his wrist. She tried to look sternly into his eyes but was unsuccessful as the gold melted her vision. "Edwa—" Then his chilled mouth was on hers and her will was demolished. Edward relieved her pants from around her legs, and let them fly across the room, but she didn't so much as care. All she wanted was him. Air, nor water, not even time had ever been able to keep them apart. She belonged with him, and as he kissed her the world began to make sense. Why up was up and down was down. Why the world spun and the trees grew. Why the sun set in the west and awakened in the east. And, although all of this knowledge of the world was soon forgotten within the feel of Edward's skin on her own and the taste of his lips on her tongue, she knew that love wasn't the journey of finding it. It was to live it. And so she did.

…Bella couldn't help but listen to Edward's steady breath. Nor could she resist inhaling its intoxicating scent. But then it somehow became unsteady; irregular. As if Edward was shaking. She felt his lips leave hers for another time, and to her surprise, he took a deep gasp.

"Are you okay?" Bella questioned him with a bemused look. It made no sense. How could Edward, the vampire, one who does not have to breath, be out of breath and shaking like a tuning fork?

"Yeah, I'm fine." He had tamed his lungs and his voice sounded normal. "It's just that… this is going much better than I thought it would."

Bella had only time to gape with surprise at his answer before his face was on hers. In a strange action, he removed his arms from the back of her neck and placed them on either side of her, balancing on his elbows. Bella wondered about what he was up to, but her curiosity was quickly crushed. She felt him stiffen his shoulders and hoist himself up. Before Bella could voice a question towards his action, there was the sound of splintering wood and a very loud crack combined with an impact with the floor. The elegant piece of furniture was now in a complete half. The two who occupied it had been caught so off guard by this event that they lay very still and silent; afraid of the disturbance it may have caused.

"Well, that's too bad. I liked this bed."Edward smiled crookedly then shifted his gaze away from Bella's face, towards the door. After a small moment, Bella could hear the heavy footfalls of somebody trudging up the stairs.

"It's Emmet," Edward's voice was quiet and filled with slight surprise, but a wide grin was set across his face. Seconds later, shouting came from behind the door.

"Edward!" For sure it was Emmet. "Edward! What are you doing? Is Bella okay?" He sounded mad. More than mad. Sick with worry, and absolutely livid. Bella let her fingers trace Edward's jaw line as he shouted at his brother.

"We're both fine, Emmet." He called, unable to suppress a smile that was etched into his face, as he read Emmet's thoughts. "You are okay, right?" Edwards golden eyes had returned to her face. How frustrating it was that he could not touch her mind.

"Yes. But that was a lot of fun." She leaned up towards him for another kiss.

"Bella," Edward's voice had lost its earlier jest and he turned his head so that she caught his cheek. "I think we should stop now."

"Fine."