Hi everyone! I realize that there was some confusion as to why I didn't carry on with the first Chapter. I honestly just decided I didn't want to do it, haha. I decided that I'd have more fun with writing crucial scenes from the series (in my mind) and I know that I'll give you better quality writing if I do something that I would really enjoy. I hope you're enjoying my work so far, I'm LOVING the feed back!

This scene, is one closest to my heart. It's when Edward and Bella are back from the Volturi, and he's told her that he still loves her. The first kiss in my mind, was incredibly important. As much as I love Stephenie's way of putting it – it just wasn't enough for me. There needed to be more passion… a little more fire. After all, star crossed lovers who were wedged from being together for so long would only expect a little heat in the first reunion. So here it is folks – the kissing scene we all wanted. Events in this will be modified to my liking, and HOPEFULLY yours. ANYTHING IN BOLD IS FROM THE BOOK.

Her pain reflected my own. Her eyes, broken, shattered, from my own actions. I couldn't stand to see the tears forming in her eyes any longer. She was never going to believe that all I ever wanted and will ever want is her. I could never bring myself to ever understand the torture I must have inflicted upon her life. Victoria coming back… I will kill her in the most painful way. Laurent – he's lucky the wolves got him. I would have made his death painful and slow. I would have watched the fire travel up his dismantled body, keeping his head intact, so he could watch the rest of himself burst into nothing but ashes, the pile of nothing he is.

Her face, cradled in my stone like hands, crumpled into misery as her tears of misconception and hurt fell down like the rain the first night I left. I climbed the tallest tree in forks and watched over here, following her. Hoping, no, praying that if any God in this pathetic world existed; he would bring her safely home to Charlie. Yet, she walked for minutes on lifeless legs, trying desperately to find me. I tried to will myself to go, but the thought of leaving her here, not knowing if she'd find her way back or not was just too much. I stayed there until someone came for her. If they didn't, I would have taken her back, and left for good. She fell to her knees and cried out my name, in a tortured voice. I again prayed that she'd move on. She passed out on the ground, after hours of sobbing, and I went down to make sure she hadn't hurt herself. In her unconsciousness, she cried, "Come back to me," and it was all I wanted to do.

The tears stained her face, and glistened in the slight light coming from the window. The moon was particularly beautiful tonight. It was almost as beautiful as Bella. Even in her worst state, beaten up from exhaustion and nearly being murdered in Italy. It was a new moon. It resembled the fact that I could no longer be without Bella. It was relentless. It comes to us every night, and I will from now on, come to her every night.

She struggled to breathe as her heart raced. I desperately wanted to know what could be going through her mind. I knew by the way that her eyes fell down to my lips, that she was now ready for me to kiss her, to break the barrier of space that was between us. I would comply, as I would do anything for her now. I was now a more than willing prisoner of her love, as I once said, "bring on the shackles."

I touched our lips faintly, not wanting to rush her into anything, but that wasn't enough for either of us. Too much time had been put between us. I wanted to wait, either way, for her okay. Half a second had passed us and her hands were tangled in my hair, and she was pulling my face to hers. No pain in the world could ever have justified missing this. She tried to maneuver herself onto my lap, hoping I wouldn't notice. For this one time, just this one time, I would let her do this. I would give her free reigns on our kissing. I placed my hands at the crook of her hips and pulled her on top of me. A grin spread over her face as she realized that I was giving her control. She released her hands from my hair and pulled at the neck of my button down shirt. I quickly ripped it off, saving her the trouble. I love the reactions I get from her. She opened her eyes and locked them on my chest, and traced the hard plains of my abdomen. She had no idea the affect she had on me, just the slightest touch sent an electric current through me. I needed more. I kissed her neck, and became intoxicated with the sweetness of her skin. I slid on innocent hand up her shirt, making her shiver as I traced circles around her bellybutton. I moved my hand up slower, cautiously, almost praying she'd tell my to stop. I wasn't sure when I'd be able to stop. But knowing Bella, she coaxed me more. She grabbed my hand and placed it on her breast, that was only covered with a thin sports bra. A low growl escaped my lips as I gently caressed the soft, warm sensation. This was all new to me. I had never seen or felt Bella in this way, and it was glorious. I had pictured it, time and time again, but never did I ever think she'd let me touch her in this way. A moan escaped her lips, and I could feel the blood rushing to her face. She was embarrassed. I looked up at her, reluctantly taking my lips away from the soft skin at the base of her throat, and told her to do it again. Louder. I told her to tell me everything she felt. All of the bad and good. All she could say was, "Please don't stop. Please don't ever leave me again, Edward. Please…" And that crumpled my will. I would forever belong to Bella Swan. I would protect her from every harm, including the vial werewolves and that Jacob Black. I would kill Victoria, and then I would marry her. And if immortality were what she would choose, I would give it to her. I love her, did love her and always will love her, and will never leave her side, not until the core of my existence ceases to exist.