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A Little Less Conversation, A Little More Action

I was startled awake by the sharp voice of the flight attendant informing us that we would be arriving in Rio De Janero shortly. I stretched my arms out and nudged Bryan awake with my elbow. His snoring ceased immediately, and he took my hand almost as a reflex. I chuckled softly, "We're not in danger of anything, except landing." He smiled at me adoringly, and my stomach suddenly twisted into knots. We would have to talk about the "incident" as we had been calling it. He must have caught on to my tenseness, because he took my hand in his and held it to his chest, silently telling me that he loved me.

Soon, the plane hit the ground with a small jolt, and we were safely on land again. I looked out the window to see a beautiful sunrise and a line of palm trees in front of a fence that blocked off the runway. We grabbed our carry-ons keeping in mind that "items may have shifted during flight" and quickly exited the plane. We both walked from the terminal to the baggage claim, and then the baggage claim to the entrance doors in a hazy state of mind, sleep still clouding our minds.

I hailed a taxi, and asked in near-perfect Portuguese for him to take us to the docks at the Marina. He whistled happily as we rode through the streets of Rio in the stinking taxi. About fifteen minutes later, we arrived at the dock. I lead Bryan down the dock to the Cullen Family boat and helped him load the luggage in.

We were soon on our way to my mother's island and—still in silence—I brooded over the impending conversation that I was about to have with my husband. I let the silence continue until we pulled up to the docks and turned the motor off. "You can't shut me out, Kait, we have to talk about this eventually," Bryan told me, helping me out of the boat and leading me up the path.

"I know," I replied grudgingly, "I just wish there were more time to put it off."

"Me too," he agreed. "But I want to have a happy honeymoon, and it's going to be tense until we talk about everything." We had reached the door. I was about to walk in when he stopped me and swooped me into his arms. I giggled gleefully, enjoying the embrace. He put me down, smiling widely. We abandoned the luggage to move to the couch in the main room.

We both sat and enjoyed a comfortable silence for a few moments before he spoke. "So. . . "he trailed off in a near-whisper.

"So. . . "I also trailed off in a sort of agreeing tone.

"I want you to know that I'm not mad at you," he began. I sighed deeply, knowing that this would come up.

"Why?" I asked. "You should be," I was angry with myself, and he should be too. I had put him through hell these last few months, and he knew it.

"I should, but getting angry at you wouldn't have made anything better. You were confused, and even though you were pretty horrible for a while, I understand.

"You being mad at me would have been too easy," I agreed. "I deserve to feel like a horrible person all by myself. I deserve to hate myself." I stared blankly at the grain in the floor. I heard him heave a sigh.

"You aren't going to take him back are you?" he asked timidly. My head whipped around to face him.

"Hell no!" I yelled. "He was the reason that I put everyone I love through hell, and while I am thankful that he allowed me to find you, I resent him for everything he has done to Gabby, and all the things that he has made me do to Gabby." The words blurred together in a jumbled mess as I stumbled over my rage.

"Good." That was all he said. He looked down at our intertwined hands for a moment and then into my face. His eyes filled with what I could only describe as a mixture of intense lust, and even more intense love. His weight shifted so that he was sort of kneeling over me. He looked into my eyes for a brief moment, before his lips fiercely met mine. The kiss was hot and intense as his hands moved up and down my sides, leaning me gently on my back. He broke off to kiss down my neck and back up again. As he was about to return his lips to mine, but before he could I pulled away.

His face was a mask of hurt as he stared at me again. "I would rather my first time not be on the couch in the main room," I explained to him. He pulled back to look at me in confusion.

"You mean you and Shane never. . ." he trailed off. I shook my head gently, smiling up at him. His face broke into an unbelievably large smile. "Do you mind waiting a few more minutes?" he asked me, pulling away from me. I shook my head, chuckling. "I'm going to make this special for you," he swore, running off to the bedroom with a little "whoop." I laughed, and went to survey the contents of my suitcase.

I plucked it off the ground with ease and carried it off to a nearby bathroom. I shut the door tightly behind me and leaned on it for a few more minutes. I opened the suitcase and pawed through it. It all began to blur together as all I saw was skimpy lace, and scandalous satin. I took a deep breath, as I felt myself begin to shake. I picked up a random piece of clothes, a deep red color, and threw it on without thinking too much about it.

I heard Bryan begin to call my name, and I poked my head out the door. "Wait in there for me, I'll be right out," I called to him. I thought I heard him mutter "women" under his breath, but I didn't care. I opened the door with a shaking hand and padded barefoot down the hall to the room that I most wanted to be in right now. I pulled the door open slowly, not knowing what I would find.

I gasped at the sight. There were candles and rose petals scattered beautifully around the room. Bryan was standing right in front of the bed, holding a single rose, smiling. I glanced about the room as I walked slowly towards him, but his eyes remained locked on me. He seemed speechless as I wrapped my arms around him and whispered "I love you," to him. I brought my lips to his, and down we went.

I woke up to a breeze cooling my back. I turned over to see Bryan on his side, staring at me intently. He smiled lightly as my gaze landed on him. My eyes traveled down his chest, until the rest of his naked body was covered by a sheet. I smiled at him, still in pure bliss mode from yesterday's activities. "What do you want to do today?" he asked, his hand gently stroking my hair.

"I don't know," I answered him. "Are you hungry?" I asked. As if on cue, his stomach growled loudly. "Come on, I'll whip us up something." I stood, and I felt his stare on my bare back. I walked over to his side of the bed, and threw on the tee shirt he had been wearing yesterday. It went well to mid-thigh on me. I exited the room, leaving him to dress.

Over breakfast, we decided that we would swim with the dolphins today. We trotted down to the beach and dove into the clear, turquoise water, finding the dolphins almost immediately. We swam and played in the water for hours, until the sun began to set.

We went inside and ate the sandwiches that I threw together for dinner. "So," he said after he finished chewing a bite of his third sandwich. "What would you like to do tonight?"

"I think I have an idea," I teased. He chuckled and took another bite.

"How do you feel?" he asked. "Are you sore?" I shook my head. "I know that it probably hurt a little, this being your first time and all," he ducked his head and blushed a little.

"You talk like this isn't your first time," I say, raising my eyebrows. When he doesn't answer me, I get the picture. "Oh, that wasn't your first time," I say, blushing as well, my head ducking. I feel his chin pull my face up.

"Don't be embarrassed to ask me anything. We're married now, I want you to know everything about me." He whispered to me.

"How many? Who?" I asked, my eyes staring down a little awkwardly.

"One: It was right after high school and I thought that I was in love. Her name was Monica, she was my first girlfriend, and I thought I was ready, but truth be told I wasn't. She was going to go to college across the country, and I thought that I would give her that little piece of me to take with her. She left that summer, and we talked a lot, but the calls got to be far and few between. We broke up a few weeks before her spring break. My heart was broken, but then, a few days later, I saw you. I saw you jump, and I heard the scream, and my heart broke again. I jumped in to save you. I haven't thought of her since until now." I could see the honesty in his eyes. I smiled at his honesty, and kissed him. "I kind of regret it now," he told me.

"Don't regret it. I'm glad that you got to know love with other people before you found me. Don't be ashamed with the past, you can't change it, and there's really nothing to regret there." I pulled myself into his arms.

"I just feel bad not being able to give you what you gave me," he admitted.

"Don't. I wouldn't have it any other way," I told him.

"I still wish," he was cut off buy my shushing.

"How about a little less conversation and a little more action," I whispered seductively at him, wagging my eyebrows. His eyes widened a little, before he took me in his arms and ran me off to our room for the night.

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