Alone again. I sit at my little desk, the house silent, and think about my Edward. I always ache the most in these quiet hours. I spot my writing paper, and I think. Last time it was the phone, and the consequences were better than I could have imagined...this time, how about something from his era rather than mine? I pick up a pen.

Edward,

I'm writing because I miss you so much at the moment. I'm looking out at our little ocean, shimmering in the moonlight, wishing you were here. I know what I would love to do if you were getting back tonight...

I would be waiting for you in our little piece of heaven, wearing nothing but a smile. I would be enjoying the sensuous feel of the water lapping at my breasts; I would even kick at it a little to increase the tempo. You would be walking through the house, calling my name, wondering why you were getting no response, where might I have gone. You would smell me, hear the water, and know I am here, would follow my scent through our room and out into our garden. I would be running my fingers lightly over myself, above the water where you can see what I am doing. Once I see you I would slip my hand down. I haven't decided if I would want you to take off all your clothes right away, or watch me touch myself for a while longer until you just can't wait another moment. Eventually you would slide into the water with me, making a point to run your whole body along mine, brushing my mouth with your erection, making my lips open in an attempt to catch you...but leaving my mouth empty and my body aching. You would replace my hands with your own, pinching, teasing, massaging, leaving me entirely breathless, and my hands would wander in return, eventually ending up where they prefer to be - wrapped around your hardness. I would squeeze, gentle then hard, until I hear the sounds I want to hear, the sound of you moaning in desire. I would straddle you then, running my hot wet body up and down over yours, letting my folds slip along the length of you. I would kiss your mouth, hot and hard, the way I want you in me, then impale myself on you, taking you all the way into me before rubbing myself against you, building up the tension. I would ride you slowly at first, to savor the feeling of fullness I get when you are inside me, but it won't be long before I am desperate, moving up and down on you rapidly, causing the water around us to crash in waves as frantic as the ones crashing in me. I would pull you up by your shoulders, so I could kiss you as you slide in and out, your hands would be on my hips pulling me down harder, your own hips rising to meet me, to thrust into me harder, the way you know I like. My breasts would rub against your chest, and together we would pant and moan and sob into our release, the friction exploding in me the same way your orgasm is, shooting through my body.

I hope this letter finds you well. I miss you.

Love Bella.

I run into town, throw the letter in its pink envelope into the post box before I change my mind, then return home to enjoy the fruit of my musings on my own...

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3 days later

Edward enters the dark and silent house, knowing Renesmee is asleep, quietly calls for Bella. He knows she is here, he can smell her scent, and hear the sound of the gentle lapping of water form the garden. Then a splash. He immediately hardens as he realizes what awaits him out there, and eagerly follows the scent of Bella's obvious desire...

If you are unsure...yes, Edward and Bella are both vampires. I hope you enjoy this one. ^_^