Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight, much as I'd like to, it's all Stephenie Meyer's
Chapter One
I turned the page. Or, at least, I tried. The stiff card resisted my touch, and it wasn't until his cool hand smoothed over mine that I was able to unhitch it. Alice had made it of course. 120 pages of thick cream card, filled with hundreds of photos of my wedding.
It hadn't even been that bad. Although Charlie had grimaced when I first told him I was to marry Edward, at only 18, he'd grown on the idea, until he was bursting with pride, tears of happiness streaming down his eyes as he walked me up the aisle. With my arm firmly clasped in his, I'd made it to the altar without tripping over the white lace that made up my 1900 style dress. I'd kept my eyes on Edward throughout the entire ceremony, his beauty, accented by the old style tux and waistcoat he wore, still caught my breath. I'd forgotten my vows as he breathed his over me.
Emmett, of course, had conducted the wedding, using the pastoral licence he'd achieved over the internet. Seeing him in a photo, I remembered how he'd boomed out his laughter at my forgotten vows.
"Mmmmm," Edward sighed contentedly next to me, as I reached the photo of him putting my ring on. "You look so beautiful."
In spite of myself, I twisted my hand so I could see Elizabeth Masen's ring, my ring, glittering on my wedding finger, where it would stay for eternity.
Edward chuckled as he closed the book and tucked it between our seats. There was no room in the back of his shiny Volvo, crammed as it was with all my stuff. Charlie's gift, 500 to go towards my university fees, sat in my purse by my feet. Edward wrapped his ice cold fingers around mine as I stared out the window, watching towns and cities rush by. The speed no longer scared me, although we were going over 100m/h. At this rate we'd be there by tomorrow. We were headed to Alaska of course, though three weeks early for the start of college; I'd told Charlie and Renee I'd wanted to get settled in.
I suppressed a yawn, but Edward saw through me, snorting as he dug under his seat for my blanket. "Sleep Bella," he cooed, tucking me in. I'd barely shut my eyes when the car stopped. Edward was already opening the door, scooping me up in his cool arms and carrying me towards a brightly lit building. I blinked in sleepy confusion as we neared the reception desk. What were we doing here?
"The honeymoon suite" Edward addressed the receptionist in his musical voice. I stiffened, but kept up the sleeping façade until we were in the lift. I opened my eyes, only to have them closed again by Edward's lips, a gentle pressure that blew me away. He kept kissing me, his ice cold lips tracing lines of fire over my face, my lips, down my throat and back to my lips. I kissed him back fervently, twisting my fingers through handfuls of his silky bronze hair, pulling his face close to mine and pushing my mouth with his with everything I had. I waited for him to chuckle and push me away, but it didn't happen. He kept kissing me, just as urgently until I had to break away, fighting for breath. He didn't pause, continuing to caress my neck with his lips. Dimly, I heard him unlock a door, and it close behind us.
I looked away from his ochre eyes, to see an enormous heart-shaped bed. "Edward!" I gasped. He smiled my favourite lopsided smile. "Surprise! It's time I kept my side of our bargain."
"I…. I need a human minute Edward."
"Of course."
I'd spotted my travel bag on the floor, and grabbing it, I ran into the ensuite bathroom. I hurriedly dug into my bag, my hand questing for a silky something. Success! I pulled out my Victoria's Secret Lingerie, which thankfully I remembered to ask Renee to bring when she came to Forks. When I looked in the mirror I was stunned, the red silk brought out the highlights in my hair, and the black lace looked exquisite against my pale skin. I looked… well, sexy. I felt sexy. Edward wanted me, waited for me.
I opened the bathroom door and leant against the frame, feeling more than a little silly as I adopted the provocative pose I'd seen in many a music video. Edward lay on his side on the bed, his eyes widening as he looked me up and down.
Suddenly he moved so fast I didn't see him until suddenly he was in front of me, holding me hands. He hummed my lullaby as he pulled me closer to the bed. My heart bet frantically in my chest, making
Edward smile my favourite crooked smile. I jumped up and hitched my legs around his waist, while grinning; he threw himself backwards onto the bed. I tore at his clothes, ripping buttons off his shirt in my haste to pull it off. His cool hands slid over my shoulders, dragging my lingerie with it. I sucked in a breath.
We made love well into the night, Edward never tiring, me never wanting to stop. His cool body was everywhere, pressed against me, always gentle, always loving. Finally, as too exhausted to continue, and I snuggled up against his cold side and drifted off to sleep with my lullaby sung in my ear by the voice of an angel.