I cannot say how thankful I am to all those who have reviewed, it really it the greatest inspriation I could have. In the book, Stephenie Meyer skimmed over so much of Bella trying to convince Edward to sleep with her again, so I am not really sure how Bella went from thinking her honeymoon is over, to wearing skimpy lingerie and trying to seduce Edward. Hopefully this fills in the gap a little bit. In this chapter, I really wanted Bella to see Edward's point of view a little bit more, but also convince herself that it would be best for Edward's sake if they tried again aswell. It's quite short, but hopefully, it gets the story across.


"What for dinner?" I asked as Edward moved around at inhuman pace throughout the kitchen, unique aromas drifting over to where I sat waiting at the table. Of course, I offered to help. After living with Charlie for well over a year, I was used to cooking. Actually, I quite enjoyed it. Still, Edward insisted I just sit down and relax. My stomach growled massively as he brought the food over to my seat, despite the fact I had eaten a very large lunch only a few hours earlier.

"This is amazing," I commented as he waited while I ate. "Seriously, where did you learn to cook like this? Even Food Network isn't this great." Edward smiled.

"I may have read some recipe books too," Edward admitted. "I didn't want to end up poisoning you. After all that you have been through seen we have met, what an ironically human way to go." I ignored the last comment, not wanting to start an argument, though Edward did seem more relaxed than usual.

"There is no chance of poisoning here. Seriously, your cooking is perfect," I told him, chucking another bite of the foreign dish into my mouth. "Everything you do is perfect." I added on the end, my voice sounding slightly jealous. Was there ever going to be days where I can do something better than Edward, or even just as well as him? I highly doubted it.

"Not everything," Edward whispered so low I wasn't sure if he knew I could hear. His eyes flickered to my arms where the dark blotches had faded to a more blue-green colour. I pretended not to notice. Maybe if I waited until we were in the bedroom to convince him to try again, I would have a better chance. Minimal, I know, but it was worth another shot. On something so extraordinarily significant to me, I wasn't going to risk giving up.

Edward left me alone to shower and get changed, waiting in the blue room for me while I carried out my human moments. I raced off into the shower, keeping the water cool. Usually, I wouldn't settle for anything under hot for my showers due to the calming properties of the warm water, but the heat of the island made the cold water feel so much better against my clammy skin. I told my time covering every inch of my body with some of the fancy body wash I found on the shelf. As I reached for my shampoo to wash my hair, I realised I had left it outside.

"Um, Edward," I called, my voice normal pitch, though I knew he could hear. His response came from right outside the bathroom door, though I knew I had left it open.

"What's wrong, Bella? Are you hurt?" Edward asked frantically, always jumping to the worst conclusion.

"No, nothing like that," I reassured him, rolling my eyes a little. "I just left my shampoo in the other room. Would you mind getting it for me? It should just be on top of the suitcase?" Edward didn't reply, so I assumed he had shot off to the other room already. My cheeks turned slightly red as I thought of the items he would come across in the suitcase. My blush darkened as I realised he thought I might actually like the items in there. I didn't hear Edward's return.

"I'll just leave it on the counter for you," Edward told me, awkwardly entering the room, like a boy sneaking into the girls changing rooms. It didn't take me long to notice through the glass shower that he was avoiding looking in my direction.

"Um, thanks," I mumbled as he left the room quickly. Was Edward's refusal to look at me out of politeness, or something else? I remembered his face when he first saw me the night after our honeymoon, the blackest fury there as he took in my naked state. Though I had laughed, Edward looked like he wanted to hang himself at the mere sight of me.

I quickly shampooed and conditioned my hair, working the expensive products through my hair from root to tip, leaving no surface bare. As much as I hated the thought about how much the products would cost, I had to admit they left my hair so silky and smooth, more so than I ever imagined it could have been. After a few minutes, I climbed out of the shower, wrapping another large white fluffy towel around my body and stumbling out into the bedroom.

Shoving the scary, lacy pieces to one side of the suitcase, I found some less frightening, but still revealing lingerie sets which I could sleep in. Pushing a black lace lingerie set out of the side, I tried to imagine myself wearing the monstrosity. It was embarrassing even to think about. I didn't know how to be seductive in the least. My one attempt last month left Edward completely confused at what I was going for, so I knew I would have to be a lot more obvious. Still, looking at the black lace, I shuddered. Revealing that much skin would be the opposite of helpful. I briefly wondered how Edward would react if I strut in the room wearing such lingerie. French lingerie, with sheer see through lace.

I managed to come across an ivory lingerie set, the top long enough so it would cover the yellowing marks on my ribcage and hips. The shorts were not as helpful, reaching no longer than normal underwear would. At least the bruises on my legs were getting a lot better, to me only looking greeny-yellow. The set turned out to be a lot more revealing than I thought it would be. How would Edward react? Every other time when I had managed to awkwardly ask him if he was attracted to me in that way, he would say being a vampire made him no less of a man. I needed him to see how much I wanted him, but it wouldn't hurt to see how much he wanted me back. It was difficult to comprehend that someone as perfect and magnificent as him would be attracted to someone as plainly human as me. There was only one way to find out.

Edward turned his head at the sound of my approach. So quickly I didn't know whether I was just imagining it, his eyes raked over my nightwear. I scowled a little as his expression reacted the same way as if I had just walked into the room wearing my old holey sweat pants and t-shirt. Edward waited on the bed for me, his arms held out to embrace me, though it was something out of necessity than desire, at least from my point of view. I willingly curled into his arms, getting my body as close to his as I could without him pushing me away. Even with the window open and Edward's cool body next to mine, the heat was sweltering.

"Edward," I said, my voice a little shaky. "Um, would you mind taking this off?" I touched his collar lightly with my fingers. Although my reasoning was to cool my body down, I liked the idea of Edward having as little clothing on as possible. I would have no objection if he wanted to lie here naked. I would actually prefer it. When he didn't reply, I took the initiative, reaching for his buttons myself. Edward's hands were firmly around mind before I could even undo the first button.

"I don't think that's a very good idea," Edward said, his hands still restraining me.

"Please," I begged. "I'm not going to try anything; I just don't want to end up dying of heat exhaustion." I ignored the tiny white lie. I was going to try everything to convince him of how right it is for us to be with each other in every way. Edward sighed, but still unbuttoned and removed his shirt in one swift movement. Like it was my first time seeing him, I raked my eyes greedily over the flat planes of his chest, reaching out to run my fingers over his abdominal muscles. His skin tensed and froze under my touch. I lay my cheek against his bare chest and wrapped my arms around his neck, holding our bodies close together. Edward hugged me back, a little reluctantly, his hands like feathers against my skin.

Taking a chance, I pressed my lips against Edward's. It wasn't just a peck on the lips. I threw myself at him with as much force as I could gather, though his body remained completely still. Like the first time, my fingers twisted into his hair, tugging his face closer to mine. This was no closer than we had been before the honeymoon, so I wasn't trying anything other than what we did before, to be accurate. While I expected Edward to pull away and mutter something about how my life was not worth the risk of kissing, he didn't.

Edward kissed me back with just as much passion as I had shown him. His fingers twined into my hair, keeping our faces locked together. Our lips moved together, as if having a conversation. I managed to remove my hands from his hair, trailing them down his chest, then his stomach. As soon as I reached his belly button, Edward's hands caught mine, though I couldn't remember them ever leaving my hair.

"I can't, Bella, I can't," he mumbled between kisses, his voice somehow convincing me deep down, he wouldn't be too upset if he didn't stop this.

"You can," I managed to pant back, breathless, trying to keep my lips with his. Edward pulled our bodies away enough so we could both catch our breaths. Of course, Edward caught his breath a lot quicker than I did.

"I can't, Bella," he said in an agonized voice, his eyes matching his tone. In them I could see the pain and the longing which was reflected in my own eyes.

"You won't hurt me," I tried telling him again, trying to release my hands from his, with no success.

"I can't know that for sure, Bella. I won't take that risk with you. I can't." Edward said, his still rough voice struggling to stand firm. I took my opportunity to kiss him again, but he pulled back within seconds.

"It's not a risk. If you really want me in this way..." Edward's expression looked like I had just slapped him in the face. That was well below the belt. I had never sunk so low in my life. I instantly regretted saying the words, but I couldn't make myself apologize. On his face, I saw conflict, and that was all I needed to make him see there was another option rather than waiting until I was a vampire. Edward instantly pulled me into his arms, burying his face in my hair, his arms tighter around me than they had been these past few days, though I wasn't complaining.

"Bella, you have no idea how much I want you," Edward said, his voice so pained I would have imagined tears streaking down his cheeks, if it were possible. "You truly have no idea how hard it is to do the right thing with your perfect body in my arms." I was pretty sure we had different definitions of 'the right thing.' I wanted to tell him he should just stop resisting and put both of us out of the pain we have for wanting each other. I wanted to tell him how much I wanted him back, how absolutely perfect it would make me feel. But I couldn't. Hearing the pain in his voice, seeing the complete agony in his eyes as he begged me to see his viewpoint. To turn around and tell him we needed to do this would be like kicking a puppy while it was down.

So I would wait. I wasn't the master of patience, but surly I would be able to wait a few more hours, maybe a day or two for Edward to realise he didn't have to be in pain anymore. For him to realise that the right thing to do would be to try again. For now, I tried to drift off into his arms, dreaming of a time when we could be together completely, with no restrictions. So I went to sleep with a smile on my face, back in Edward's arms, imagining that this current mood of pain would disappear very soon, and we would have another shot at our perfect honeymoon.


Again, thanks so much to all the reviewers and suggestion! You are so amazing! I will attempt the waterfall scene either next chapter, or within the next few chapters, though I feel all the pressure and nervousness Kristen Stewart would have felt in having to convey the wedding and honeymoon scenes in the film. Please keep the suggestions and reviews coming!