Chapter 11: Bond, James Bond
Lemons. Consider yourself warned.
No copyright infringement is intended. Twilight belongs to Stephenie Meyer and Summit. I'm just pushing Bella's comfort level because Edward needs more. Like Edward, Bond, James Bond, sadly, also belongs to his respective owners. Quotes are taken from the movie 'Dr No'. Sean Connery doesn't belong to me either. Damn. No fair. All music vids belong to their respective owners.
This is music worth hearing, and it's on my playlist at youtubedotcom/jmollytwilight/
'Only One' by James Taylor
'Secrets of the Deep: Highlights with Dolphins and Whales' original music by Debasse
'The Most Relaxing Music Imaginable', by Debasse
'Lollipop', by the Chordettes
'Dr No- Underneath the Mango Tree', sung by Diana Coupland
'Song of Songs', by Gunnar Michelitsch
By the way, the first song listed in each chapter is intended to be listened to before you read the chapter. It sets up the mood.
Quotes and paraphrases from 'Dr No' (Honey Ryder) can be found at imdb(dot)com/character/ch0000307/quotes
Check out narquals and delphinidae on Wiki. If anyone's curious, I once had the opportunity to touch a Beluga, a bottlenose dolphin, and an Orca. But not in the open sea, sadly.
Thanks to Julia Ba for a word she used that I thought was perfect for this chapter. Jadedtigger, aerobee82, and just me reading are each getting their way about honeymoon activities, starting now. The rest of you have to wait and see. Review if there's something you'd like to see Edward and Bella do on their honeymoon:)
You are my only one
You are my only one
Well, I'm telling you now, now you're my only one
I've got two long legs like to carry me
Two sharp eyes to look for the fight
Two strong arms to hold on tight
Two good friends on my left and right
But only one only one
You are my only one, you are my only one
Don't be leaving me now, now you're my only one
There's only one road before me
Too many turns in the way
Thousands of things to do today
Millions of moments I must admit
But only one only one
Oh, you are my only one
You are my only one
Well, I'm telling you now, now you're my only one
Taken for granted and pushed aside
All that it wanted was a place to run and hide
Missing message in a hollow tree
Hidden deep inside a memory
And the memory seems like dreams
Hundreds of hopes in the past
Nevertheless it was never the last
Hold on strong or you fade out fast
And only one only one
And you are my only one, you are my only one
Don't be leaving me now, now you're my only one
You are my only one
You are my only one
Well, I'm telling you now, now you're my only one
You are my only one
You are my only one
Well, I'm telling you now, now you're my only one
You are my only one
You are my only one
Bella's pov:
Bang! My mate was off like a shot, and we wove in and out of the dense growth, heading east. We surprised a flock of colourful birds, that took off into the air like fireworks. Edward whooped. I kissed the freckle on the back of his neck, revelling in the fleetness of his legs. To think, I had once dreaded the speed. We blew through the trees like a bullet, and emerged into stunning brightness.
Under his feet: porous, black rock. Directly ahead: sparkling aquamarine water. Above: blazing sun and endless blue sky.
Several feet below the rocky outcropping, a small patch of glittering, black sand met the shore. As the waves bashed over it against the rocks, salt spray exploded into the air. It was beautiful. And terrible. So harsh, with an untouched beauty. I wondered if, over time, water would soften the rock as time and love had softened my mate.
Edward set down his baggage at the edge of the trees, and pulled me by hand out into the light. We stood on the breezy edge of the rocks, breathing in the vibrant, sultry air and mist from the spindthrift.
Edward stole my sunglasses, stripped to his shorts, pulled my terry dress over my head and kneeled to pull off my shoes. Embracing me, he leaped off the edge of the outcropping into the spume. He wrapped me around his middle, and strode through the shoals into strong Atlantic waves.
"It gets deep pretty quickly, and the waves will pull you, so don't wander off," he warned, and steered me in over my head. Finally, Edward released me so we could tread water together in the swelling waves.
After several minutes of playful swimming, my mate turned his head toward the open ocean, and smiled with eyes alight with pleasure. "They're coming!" he alerted me.
I turned my head to follow his gaze, and sighed with admiration. A pod of shimmering, silver backs breached, appearing and disappearing in the waves, and leaping through the air. They covered a lot of distance, fast.
"Ready?" Edward grinned.
"I guess," I called back. And then, something brushed my leg under water. I gasped.
"Spy-hop by your right ear!" Edward warned. And then, a remarkably human-looking brown eye was beside mine, attached to a smooth, silver head filled with pointy-looking teeth. "Say 'hello' to Flipper, Bella."
"Hello," I laughed, amazed. Two more sleek heads popped out beside us. Edward reached out gently to stroke the chitter-chattering head closest to him.
"Hello, lovely one," he greeted the bottle nose dolphin, stroking and caressing. He gently rubbed his finger around the dolphin's blow hole, and it sneezed mist all over him. Edward chuckled delightedly.
The first dolphin sank beneath the waves, and turned a circle around us. The third spy-hopped into its place. I greeted it, and copied Edward, stroking and marvelling at the strange texture. I couldn't decide what 'dolphin' felt like, exactly. Kind of warm and rubbery, yet slippery, with a lot of strange, foam-like fat under the skin. It amazed me that they were at all durable, because the skin felt like it would be so easy to poke a hole in. I caressed it gently, and the dolphin turned on it's back and presented its belly to me.
"It's a male," Edward informed me. "See? Even the boy dolphins fall swooning at your feet."
Five bottle nose dolphins were swimming circles around us now, and Edward reached out to caress the dorsal fin of one. The next time it came around, he grabbed onto the animal's back and let it carry him. I squealed as one of the animals swam up under me, loading me onto its back. Flipper again. I grabbed onto the dorsal for dear life as he raced after Edward's mount.
Within a minute, we were being carried out into the open sea. The dolphins played, breached, spy-hopped and swam circles around us. Some of them jumped higher than their own height, arching in the sun.
Suddenly, the dolphins surged together and bee-lined east. How far would they take us? I wondered.
Edward's dolphin veered toward me, and he sped alongside it as the water churned against him, speaking loudly over the squawks and chirps of the animals. "They're showing me something. They think so fast that it's hard to follow, seeing as I don't understand the language, but I think there's an injured animal they want me to help. It's about another mile away. Are you afraid to go that far?"
"No, it's fine."
Edward nodded, water dripping from his hair, hanging in bangs, and looked intently into my friend Flipper's brown eye. Flipper dove, and I went under, catching a breath at the last possible instant. When he emerged, I was no longer hanging on. I looked about me nervously.
Suddenly, a new dolphin was beside me. It had a white scar running down the side of its body like a pinstripe. My hand ran over his head and down his back as he passed. Understanding, I gripped hold of his top fin, and soon we were racing after Edward. I'd call this one Streak.
My vampire was at the intended destination, I gathered. He sank beneath the waves as Streak brought me close. I hung onto Streak's neck as Edward dove deeper and deeper.
My eyes made out a vague shape in the blue water. I recoiled a bit. There was something big down there. Right under me. Very big. As big as a submarine. Holy cat crap, Batman...
It's not a Great White, I told myself. Sharks don't like dolphins.
Edward surfaced, shaking water out of his hair. "It's a male Broodah!" he cried, thrilled.
"A what?" I'd never heard of a Broodah.
"A Broodah. B-R-Y-D-E. A Bryde Whale, also known as an Eden or an Omura. Fifty feet! A baleen! A great whale, Bella. One of the rorquals. I'm going to try and convince it to surface so I can see the injury better. It's got a net knotted around its tail. It's less than 2 fathoms down. You can probably watch."
"How deep is a fathom?" I asked.
"One fathom is six feet."
Edward dove down again, and I popped my head under the surface to see what I could see. Heavens, the whale was huge. Edward swam around the whale and touched it gently. Suddenly, it moved. Water swelled beneath me and Streak whisked me farther away.
Bubbles broke the surface, and then a huge, dark grey body breached, not ten feet from me. Edward was hanging onto the pectoral. Streak swam a little closer, and I passed the whale's huge eye. It regarded me anxiously. I regarded it with awe.
Edward crawled down the whale, touching the folded skin behind its eye that ran all the way to its middle, and when Streak circled, I was able to see the problem. A fishing net was tangled around the great cetacean's tail, and where it tangled, it had cut into the flesh. There was a great chunk missing from the area adjacent to the flukes, where the nylon ropes had bound it.
The whale sounded briefly, with a noise like a human moan. Edward got straight to work, snapping the knotted cords like spiderweb. I travelled up and down beside the great creature, examining it. It had some small scars, from parasites, but looked okay except for the tail. I could see the double blow holes, and the two huge lines of baleen plates. The dorsal was almost as big as me, and Edward looked like a toy as he crawled around on its back.
Finally, the net was loose. Edward wadded it up carefully, collecting it over his shoulder. While standing on the whale's back, he called to me.
"Fishermen sometimes lose or abandon their nets. The nylon ones are the worst. Whales and other marine creatures get caught in them, and can't get loose. They often die. We'll take this net back with us and dispose of it properly."
I couldn't quite see how a dolphin was going to carry one of us and drag a net. I looked at Edward skeptically. He grinned back.
"This big boy is going to take us back where we started," Edward announced. I'll hang onto you, Bella, but he might dive once in a while so breathe when I give the order."
"Okay," I called, nervously. I let go of Streak and swam carefully over to Edward, who jumped gracefully off the whale and popped up beside me. We grabbed onto his flipper, and Edward fastened an arm around me. Then, we were off, cutting through the water.
"Breathe!" bellowed Edward. The whale plunged down a fathom, pulling us with it. We travelled along until my lungs felt ready to burst, and then the whale breached. His dorsal cleared the surface, but his flukes stayed submerged.
Riding the whale was like hanging onto a rope dangling from a cruise ship. The pull of the moving water nearly dislodged me, and Edward gripped me harder. We submerged and breached three more times, and then we were in sight of the island. Edward released the Bryde, and it moaned and rolled away. It submerged, and I watched its great flukes pass under us as it turned about. Moments later, it was gone.
"It can't go any closer to shore without beaching itself. We have to wait for Flipper and the gang," my mate informed me.
The dolphins came cutting back through the ocean, jumping into the air and leaping joyfully. They swam up beside us and I latched onto Flipper's dorsal again. Edward grabbed onto his dolphin and we zoomed toward shore. Ten yards out, they left us, leaping and spiralling out of the ocean, chattering their farewells.
Edward and I tread water, beaming, until I could no longer see them. Then, my husband pulled me onto his back, and swam for the shore.
I walked through the shoals, hand in hand with my mate. When we reached land, I discovered I'd lost my land legs. My knees were all wobbly. Edward chuckled and lifted me into his arms. "Enough swimming for you, Minx."
We reached the patch of sand, and Edward sniffed at my neck. "Your blood-sugar is low. You need food. Why didn't you tell me?"
"I didn't even notice. I was so excited."
Edward tugged my braids, and kissed me on the cheek. "Don't say I haven't shown you a good time, Mrs Cullen."
"How many girls get to ride a whale on their honeymoon? You are one ginchy man, Edward Cullen. Adventurer and rescuer of injured cetaceans."
Edward laughed, and leaped up the rock face. He set me down, and retrieved the picnic cooler. He sat me on the rocks and dropped my cover-up in my lap. Then, he opened up a Tupperware and presented it with a bow.
"Sushi?" I asked, dumbfounded.
Edward handed me chopsticks. "Don't worry, Minx. It's all cooked. Very popular in Rio, you know. Watch out for the Wasabi. It's very spicy. It doesn't burn your throat, it burns your sinuses."
"How do you eat this?" I fiddled with the chopsticks unsuccessfully. Edward took them from me, and expertly picked up a piece of the sushi. He set it down again.
Four tries later, the only thing I had accomplished was the destruction of a piece of sushi. It lay crumbled in the container. My stomach growled. How frustrating. And I wasn't sure I wanted to give up and use my fingers.
"May I?" Edward asked, taking pity on me. After I nodded, he used a chopstick to dab a bit of Wasabi sauce on a piece of sushi, and raised it effortlessly to my mouth. I opened my mouth and he stuffed the whole thing in. I shut my mouth and attempted to chew.
The sushi was really tasty, to my surprise. The black seaweed and sticky rice were delicate, the poppy seeds sweet. Inside, was rolled a mixture of vegetables and cooked chicken. The Wasabi penetrated gradually, and then my sinuses burned. I pulled air into my mouth, relishing the flavours, and swallowed.
"Is that ever yummy," I told my husband. He grinned at me. Another Cullen mission objective accomplished.
"Try the shrimp," he coaxed. Well, that was incredible, too. As was the mandioca and the tuna and the egg. I ate a dozen pieces off the chopsticks presented by my patient husband. He was pleased as all get out. He popped the empty container back in the bag and handed me a Coke, which, naturally, he cracked open for me. I might never get to use my muscles again. Or maybe he meant for me to use them for other things.
"Ooh, thanks. That really hits the spot," I enthused.
"You're most welcome. Got room for dessert?"
"Why? What did you bring me?"
"Chocolate pudding," Edward held up a parfait dish covered in plastic wrap, and waggled it.
"Oh, my, Edward Cullen! You sure know the way to a wife's heart."
"Yeah, I think so," he boasted, melodically. Talk about smug. Time to discombooberate the man before he got too full of himself again.
Edward took a bottle of warm-ish water from the tote bag, and spilled some onto his head. Trying to get the salt away from his eyes, I realized. I grabbed the bottle and poured some down his front, and rubbed it around. He raised one eyebrow and leaned back on his elbow.
"Lie down," I commanded. He rolled back, eyes darkening. I spilled more water on him. Lower.
"Oh, man, that's cold!" he complained.
"I didn't think you were sensitive to temperature," I stated.
"Well, parts of me are," he smirked, "and I'm lying on sun-soaked black lava rock. The contrast is a little extreme."
"Too extreme to continue?" I asked innocently, twirling a finger into his chest hair.
"Uh, no. I'm okay," the gold eyes flickered questioningly.
I leaned over Edward, focusing his attention on my face, and then I pulled a naughty trick. I upended the cold pudding all over his abs. He squawked in protest and started to get up. I put my hands on his shoulders. Heaven knows I could never restrain him against his will, but he submitted to my touch.
"Well, well, Mr Cullen," I crooned, smearing the pudding around, "I seem to have made a mess. I think I'll have to clean it up, don't you?"
"You scare me sometimes, you know," he claimed. "Yes. I think you should clean me up, you minx."
I undid the string of my bikini top and let it fall. Edward's breath hitched. I crawled up his front, which smeared the pudding everywhere. I wrapped my mouth around his stubbly chin, sucked it, and licked down his neck. His eyes rolled back in his head a little, and he started purring.
The pudding was making a huge mess. And it felt really smooshy.
"I remember the first time you called me Minx," I whispered, and licked a white streak up from his pubic bone to his chin. A trail of heat followed me.
"Really," my mate purred. He grabbed my braids in his long fingers and hoisted them out of the mess.
"Because I teased you, made you cum and demanded the present you bought me." I crawled back down his front, leaving patterns with my fingers and tongue. Finger-painting with pudding was fun. Especially with a sparkly white canvas to do it on.
"During our first bath together, in Niagara," my art project declared, velvety smooth. Hmm. Smooth as pudding.
"Almost four weeks ago. You bought me the gold barrette covered in freshwater pearls, and you wouldn't let me have it." I continued my southern descent, leaving trails through the mess. Where the pudding disappeared, the sparkle emerged.
"And I have never regretted denying your demand." My mate grinned, his white teeth glinting nearly as brightly as his skin. "Because you touched me everywhere for the first time, and when I showed my, um, appreciation, you rubbed it all over your chest. When I played with your tits, Minx, you orgasmed. But it wasn't as shocking as the first time you came for me, the night before."
"Because I squirted my jizz all over the bed?" I looked up at him, flirting.
"Because you squirted it all over me. Never mind the bed," he chortled. The laugh turned into a groan as I sucked hard on his cock.
"Chocolate Mocha-chino surprise," I said gleefully, reapplying my mouth and maybe a couple of teeth to his main vein.
"You, ungh, brat," he gasped, throwing his hands back to crash against the rock. I snickered evilly. He'd crumbled part of it.
"Ah. You laugh. You won't be laughing if I, ungh, crack it in two and we end up down on the shore," he forced out between taut lips as I bobbed on his cock.
I released him with a 'pop'. "You wouldn't let us fall, Mocha-chino," I smirked.
"I fell a long time ago, Minxy. And you haven't let me back up. Knock me down and keep me there today. Drown me in your love. Let me join Fake Edward in pleasuring you." Real Edward was certainly up and ready to do his share. His dark eyes pleaded with me. It wasn't the dazzle, it was the desire to make him happy. And the reaction my body had to the suggestion might have played into it as well.
At the mention of Fake Edward, all my female parts did a little dance that ended with a gigantic, moist throb. Maybe the thought of my finger-painted, tongue-washed hunk joining Fake Edward and me in action wasn't so horrifying after all.
"Ooh! That's a 'yes'," my mate exclaimed, diving for the tote bag. I rolled my eyes. Cocky, glittering vampire. He cupped my neck in his hand, reversed our positions, and slipped me out of my string bottoms. The next thing I knew, I was the one squealing as he poured water over said feminine parts.
"Turnabout's fair play, Honeychile" he drawled in a remarkably good imitation of Connery , smoothing lazy circles over my pudding-y, salty exterior.
"Underneath the mango tree, la da da da dee, make boohlooloop soon. Oh, Mr Bond. I'm not supposed to be here. I'm looking for shells. You won't tell on me, will you?"
"Don't worry. I'm not supposed to be here either."
"Are you looking for shells too?" I blinked at my mate innocently.
"No, I'm just looking," my mate smouldered, zeroing in on my lips. The tip of his tongue peeped out of his mouth, the tease. He ran a cool finger over my lips, pulling the lower one down a little, then trailing it all the way down my front to my clit. Trust him to know about the direct line that ran from each to the other. "I can assure you, my intentions are strictly honourable."
"Mr Bond, I hope I'm not going to end up dead like most of your conquests and allies. I know what happens to people who hang around with you. Look at our friend Quarrel. He didn't last very long."
"Quarrel was definitely not my type, as I hope you realize. I only fall for girls, in string bikinis, who are strong swimmers, and not afraid to search for shells on a secluded beach, or ride on whales."
"Whales, eh? Is that what you're calling it now?" I copped a feel, looking up from under my lashes flirtatiously.
"Absolutely."
"You are an arrogant, but gorgeous man, Mr Bond. And I hope you know that I'm very possessive. The last man who did me wrong is dead. I put a black widow spider underneath his mosquito net... a female, they're the worst. It took him a whole week to die."
"Serves him right for not treating you properly. A beautiful, naive girl like you deserves a gentle and loyal protector."
"I'm a murderer, Mr Bond. Did I do wrong?"
"Well, it wouldn't do to make a habit of it," my mate smirked coolly.
"Do you have a big gun, Mr Bond?"
"Of course. I like to be in control at all times. Ready for action." Edward Bond palmed my vulva, squeezing slightly.
"And what has Q put in your bag of tricks, today? Anything useful to the world's most sought-after spy and playboy?"
"Yes, he gave me this prototype. Codename: Fake Edward. Highly dangerous and unpredictable. It has ways of making you talk. Scream, in fact." Edward turned Fake Edward on, and ran him lightly up and down my body.
"Oh, Mr Bond. You're so dangerous. However is a young girl to resist your charms?" I spread my legs for him and he groaned.
"She's not meant to. I always get what I want," he cooed in my ear. Then, he ran Fake Edward up and down my labia.
"Turn down the dial, please. Low intensity is better for eliciting a big confession. Seductive torture tricks, 007? "
"Mostly, I have an ability to dazzle, and I don't need to resort to Q's devices. But I can't seem to use my powers on you, Honey," he mused, turning Fake Edward down so he purred more deeply.
"I think you do very well without having any extra powers at all. Must be the Scottish accent." I picked up the water bottle and drank some.
"How can you drink at a time like this?"
"I'm thirsty. We don't know when we'll get the chance to eat again. Here, take this." I handed over the bottle.
Edward looked around theatrically, and whispered, "Careful. You're pussy is probably wired for sound."
"It's wired for touch, that's for sure," I blinked at him, nervous and amused and trying to keep a straight face.
"You're wise to hand over that information. I won't have to torture it out of you. Let's explore that pussy for hidden secrets, shall we?" Edward retrieved the strawberry flavoured lube and applied it to Fake Edward.
"I want you to teach me how to please you, Bella." My mate crawled down me to get himself a good view. He lay on his stomach and slid Fake Edward back and forth, and penetrated me with him, ever so slowly. I took Edward's wrist and guided him in to find my gee.
Edward slid Fake Edward around languidly. The vibrations throbbed against my gee and all through my vagina. I guided Edward's hand so that Fake Edward rubbed the sensitive spot on my perineum and passed over my g-spot simultaneously.
"Oh, you're so hot, love," he groaned as fluid dribbled out of me onto the hot, huge rocks. "Are you going to cum for me already?"
"I'm not nearly there yet. G-spot cums take a little longer to achieve, Beautiful," I informed him. "But they feel a lot deeper and more intense. This is only a preview."
"Grr. And you have all that minxy ejaculate." My husband watched me raptly, fascinated by my twitches and undulations.
"More of it than you're used to seeing. So watch out when I tell you. Rub my clit, Mocha-chino. Undo me."
He reached his arm around my leg and rested it gently on my abdomen, applying his thumb to my clit and his fingers to my pubes, playing me like his guitar. His head rested softly against my leg, his damp hair tickling as the breeze blew it. My vampire lover circled and stroked, all the time attending to Fake Edward with the other hand. I writhed on the warm rocks, and ran my hands up and down my chest, pinching my nipples and rubbing my tits.
My mate watched me almost solemnly, silent and gentle, his eyes soft. "So beautiful, Bella. You are a marvel of Creation. The wonder of my world." I reached down and stroked his hair, shining in the sun, and finally felt some pride in myself, in how my appearance affected him. He turned his face into my hand adoringly.
I was rocking against him now, more insistently. Greedy for his attention, and needy. The coil of my climax was tightening in me, and my mate purred.
"You're cumming soon, aren't you?" he murmured.
"Soon. When I tell you, take Fake Edward out. It's not comfortable to bear down on him. He's not like you."
"You like bearing down with me inside you, love?"
"Oh, yeah. Fake Edward's hogging all the attention. Why don't you take his place, Mocha-chino?"
Edward slipped Fake Edward out and put his knees between my legs. He entered me, kneeling, and pulled me up to his chest. Then, he rose smoothly to his feet, so that we were balanced on the edge of the rocky ridge, with the endless panorama of ocean stretching out before us. He embraced me, his eyes falling endlessly into mine, and loved me with his entire being. I wrapped my arms around his neck and thanked my maker for him.
"I love you, Edward. I love you more than anything else in Creation. And I'm going to cum for you now." After a couple more thrusts, I yelled gutturally and nuzzled my head against his neck.
"Oh! Oh, Minx! That's amazing. Where the heck does it all come from? God, Bella, cum for me darling. Cum for me. Fuck! That's it. I can't believe you can do that. God. Keep going. Go, Bella! Show me how much you love me. You are just so perfect. You always take me by surprise. I'm going to cum with you, Bella, you hear? I'm cumming with you."
"Uh-huh. Cum with me, dearest. There's nothing better than looking in your eyes when you cum with me."
"Fuck, yeah. Cum with me on the brink of the world." Edward's jaw jutted out, and his teeth clenched. With great effort, he kept his eyes open as he delivered his payload into my depths. He shuddered and shook, and his eyes went black with shock. Then, a ring of heat engulfed us both, shooting out around us like a mushroom cloud. We clenched our arms around each other, burying our eyes in each others' necks as the heat overwhelmed us. Edward fell to his knees, cradling me as though I were truly the most precious thing in the world.
He rocked us, kissing up and down my neck, which was gritty with salt, and the side of my face desperately. I sucked down air as though I hadn't tasted any for months, while he shook in my arms.
It was the first time he ever made love to me, that I ended up all sweaty. I sat up and wiped at my brow, while he looked tenderly down upon me. The breeze was blowing his hair around, and it was going wavy in the sun. Altogether, he was the loveliest thing I had ever had the privilege of looking upon.
"Your hair is getting highlights, Mocha-chino," I noticed. "They're golden. Like your father's, I expect." I ran my fingers through them admiringly.
"What. I give her the best sex of her life, and does she thank me? No, she notices my hair. Well, well Minx, what's that about?" he teased, smiling that signature Cullen fuck-me smile.
"I think you're almost as cocky as Bond. Who needs Bond when I have Edward Cullen?"
"And look at you now, you audacious little vixen. And, Squirmy, you didn't want me to share Fake Edward? Right! I've definitely corrupted you." My husband licked chocolate pudding off my nose. Now wasn't that considerate?
"Edward?"
"Yes, Minx?"
"The timid girl from Forks is gone, and she murdered the repressed Victorian on her way out the door. Adjust."
He just shook his head, laughing. "You are so different from everyone else. You rock my world, Bella Cullen."
"Likewise, Edward. And I love you."
"As I love you, Bella."
Two chapters published today, peeps, and now I'm worn out. Ah, was that not just the loveliest possible day at the beach? Worth waiting for? Hmm. What will our newly-weds do next? Review.
