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FINDING RESOLUTION

Chapter Three:

I'd never truly appreciated how good five star accommodation was. I mean, five star…. You assume it's going to be good. Expensive looking. A very large bed.

A good complete ten minutes after I entered the room, Edward was still smiling at my awe. The 'room' was a large house. It had two levels! It had four televisions! Who needs a television in the bathroom? The bathroom housed a spa that was bigger than the entire bathroom that Charlie and I shared. Our bags had been carried to our room for us, and all the doors opened. The car, to Edward's concern, had been valet parked, and there was a note saying that maids would arrive at eight for the turndown service.

"You know, if you don't pick up your jaw soon, you will catch flies." Edward commented mildly from where he stood, leaning against the door. I turned to look at him and automatically stepped towards him. It was as if gravity had moved to where he stood and I was simply following the normal force of nature. He smiled and pulled me into his arms.

"They called us sir and madam!" I exclaimed, my voice muffled slightly against his chest. I felt his chest move slightly as he laughed.

"What else would they call us?" He inquired. I thought for a moment.

"Bella and Edward?" I suggested. He was silent for a moment, and I pulled back just enough to meet his eyes. He was staring intently, his face was calm, as always.

"How about Mr and Mrs Cullen?" He suggested. I saw something flick across his face, then disappear too quickly for me to identify it.

"There's that." I said slowly, concentrating on his face. His face was calm for a moment, then he smiled broadly.

"You love that don't you?" I said, thumping him across the shoulder in a movement that I assumed he wouldn't even notice. I was wrong. He caught my arm and kissed my wedding ring, eyes focused on mine. I started concentrating on breathing again. I began to suspect that Edward's other arm locked tightly around my waist was the only thing holding me upright.

"Yes, I do." He breathed, his eyes turning a deep gold. Without warning he swung me up into his arms and I felt my heart skip several beats. I wrapped my arms around his neck as he carried me towards the bedroom.

He laid me down carefully on the bed and settled onto the bed beside me. I moved as inconspicuously as possible until I was pressed against his cool body. He smiled slightly, clearly not fooled.

Then he bent his head and pressed his lips to mine. Blush rose in my cheeks as I felt my pulse promptly speed up. He rolled slowly so that his body was held above mine, his hands holding his weight. Nonetheless, I felt his cool skin against mine and shivered from something that had nothing to do with the cold. In defiance to the cool of his body, mine began to heat up, bloody pumping strongly.

I wrapped my arms around his neck, hoping to prolong the time I had before he pulled away.

He didn't pull away.

I was breathing heavily when he finally rolled so I was above him and he pulled his face away slightly.

"Hello Mr Cullen." I whispered, between heavy breaths. A smile stretched across his face. He lifted his hands to cup my face. I gasped.

"Hello Mrs Cullen." He whispered back. He hesitated for a moment, then moved slowly, carefully.

And I felt his hands slip under my top.

Author's note:

I'm not going into any more detail than that, so don't get carried away! My actual plot plan will kick in once she's back from honeymooning etc.

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