Disclaimer: I hope everyone realises that all the original characters of Twilight belong to Stephanie Meyer.

Chapter 21

The next morning, I think it was morning, I was awoken to the feeling of kisses fluttering all over my neck and shoulders. Not a bad start so far. I peeked through my eyelids for a second to confirm that it was Remy, which it was, before relaxing and enjoying the wake-up call I was receiving. This must be his payback for that morning I woke him like this. He started nipping at my skin lightly now, knowing I loved when he did that, when he reached the joint between my shoulder and my neck, which seemed to be particularly sensitive to me, because I felt a tingle spread throughout my body and let out a small gasp. How did he do that? My toes were curling from the tingle.

He chuckled into my neck, his hot breath sending more tingles through me, "Liked that did you?" I was about to answer, but he bit that spot on my neck again, causing me to moan a little as more tingles pulsed through me. "I'll take that as a yes."

Now I felt him shuffle so he was leaning over me completely, our thighs bumping when the bed moved a little. He kept nipping at my skin for a little while, before moving up and joining our lips in an intense kiss. He dived straight in, and I immediately followed, running my hands through his hair and massaging his scalp, swallowing his moan with great satisfaction. His hands were stroking my sides, and I felt one start to creep up my pyjama top, the skin on my stomach burning under his exploring fingers. Oh it felt so gooood!

When he heard no protest from me, his hand moved further up and he leant on his other arm to support himself off of me. I was still deep into the kiss, and pulled him closer to me on the bed. He pushed me top up to just below my breasts, hesitating a little there. I was 'aww-ing' in my head at his gentlemanliness, but grew a little impatient, I am a hormonal teenager too you know, so paused in our kiss and grabbed the hem of my top myself before tossing it to one side of the bed. I noticed the bed still suddenly, so I opened my eyes to see Remy looking at me, the whole of me, with a deep stare, making me a little nervous.

Was it my bra? I was just wearing one of my normal white bras (yes I sleep in a bra, it was only a soft cotton bra though), and I know it wasn't particularly sexy or anything. Or was it me? I had lost some weight since dating Remy, in an effort to improve my image for him, so I had lost the small amount of fat I had held around my middle. Was I still too chubby? Maybe I was a little eager, but come on, it was Remy! It was almost sinful how good he looked. I was reaching out for the top next to me, and composing an apology in my head, when his hand held mine still.

I looked at him, a little confused, but instead felt him place a small kiss on my stomach, just above my navel. I shivered from the contact, and felt him start to plant more kisses on my freshly exposed skin, moving upwards steadily to my breasts. I was a little nervous, but I still loved what he was doing. I just wasn't sure how far I wanted to let this go. I'd wing it as usual. Remy moved back up, kissing the curves of my breasts just above the bra cup, before continuing until he was level with my face again.

He was blushing?!

"Ana," he whispered to me, "You have no idea how sexy you are right now."

I was blushing now, me? Sexy?! He must be mad... no, he's just biased. The ability to think fled me though, when I felt his hand follow the path his lips had just seconds ago. He traced circles onto my stomach, before brushing his hand against my breast softly. A little gasp escaped my lips, as that tingle flew through me again. It seemed to encourage Remy, and he placed his whole hand on my left breast, just next to my heart, and squeezed experimentally several times. I bit my lip to keep the moan that had been building up from escaping, but it only muffled it slightly. It was harder to hide when Remy attacked the sensitive spot on my neck again with light nips and bites, while simultaneously rubbing his warm palm over my breast. When did he start multi-tasking? I was lost to his touch, but knew I had to stop him before we got too far.

We were still in a house of insomniac vampires, hybrids and a werewolf; I don't want the embarrassment of knowing they could hear everything we were doing. Somehow getting my hand to move, I wrapped my hand around his, and pulled it to my face, kissing the centre of his palm. He planted a few more kisses on my neck before moving up to look me in the face. "We're stopping, aren't we?" he said with a disappointed face.

"Sorry Remy, but I don't want to keep doing this here. With everyone else." To my surprise he grinned at my statement. "What?"

"You still want to continue."

I blushed again; I did not need Remy to single that part of my sentence out, "Maybe..."

"I just have to find us a place!"

"Remy!" he looked positively delighted. "Hand me my top back."

"Aww... but Ana-"

"Now." He pouted, but handed me the top back, as I sat up to put it back on. He crossed his arms and looked deep in thought, pouting adorably. I rested my head on his shoulder, curious now, as I wrapped my arms around him, "What are you thinking of now?"

"Where we could go."

I rolled my eyes at him, he was still a teenage boy, but I was excited also. But I wouldn't let him know that. Huffing in fake annoyance, I stomped out of the room, past several smirking vampires to the kitchen in hopes of something to eat, ignoring Remy who was following me calling my name in apology.

I'd make him stew a little.

It was fun.

*

It was the big day.

Not for me though, thank god, but for Sasha. She was going to become Mrs. Seth Clearwater in less than an hour, and now she was panicking. I was trying to calm her down, but I was awful at this kind of stuff, so had sent Leah to go get Mum to come and help. She had been gone for what felt like a while, and I think Sasha was hyperventilating a little. I rubbed her back as she sat, being careful of her hair which Rosalie had spent ages putting up in an elegant half up-do.

"It's okay Sash, it's Seth. He's your soul mate; no one could be more perfect for you, right? You have nothing to be worried about."

"But I'm getting married. I'm going to be his wife! What if he changes his mind?" she turned suddenly to face me, standing and shaking me a little by the shoulders. Her eyes were wide and wet with unshed tears, "What if he doesn't like me? I could be an awful wife. I don't know what I could do without him! My Seth could stop loving me Ana, I couldn't live with that!- "

I felt her being pulled away from me, and saw that Mum was gently tugging down to sit again, dabbing her tears from her face gently away and calming her instantly. I sighed in relief. When I saw Mum wave me away, I left the bride's room and walked around a little, trying to find Seth or Remy. I couldn't find them though, but I did see Stephen. I tried to back away and escape before he spotted me, but he saw my movement, and moved towards me with a smirk.

"Ana, where are you going to in such a hurry? We hardly had time to catch up, let's talk."

I was resisting shaking like the scared leaf that I was, think of Remy, think of Remy, and felt a little braver thinking of my Remy. "I have to go see my sister Stephen, if you'll be excusing me now-"

He slid to block my way out, reaching out to grab me, "Come on Ana, it's been ages since I saw you. Let's go find somewhere more private to talk-"

He didn't manage to finish his sentence, and I didn't manage to hit him. Instead I saw another fist whack him in the face, and saw to my astonishment that it was John. Passive, lazy, laid-back John had hit Stephen! And the look on his face as he looked down at the fallen Stephen was murderous almost.

"Dickhead." And with that, fitting, statement, John turned to me with a small smile on his face, "I've been practising that punch for the longest time."

I laughed at him, and he started to lead me away from Stephen when I stopped him. Turning back to face that boy who had been the epitome of a monster to me (next to him) I walked up and stuck a foot in his face, "Like my shoes Stephen? Their four inch heels, Alice just bought them for me."

"Get your fucking foot out of my face."

"You don't like my shoes?" I smiled down at him, "Shame, my shoe's like you!" I slammed all my four inch shoe into his crotch, and heard him shriek in pain, before he was rolling on the floor, clutching both his face and his balls. I'm not usually this sadistic, but I hope anyone would understand my reasoning. And besides, Stephen was a creep. I was contemplating kicking him again, but felt a tug on my arm. John indicated we leave, and I reluctantly left the little slime ball still rolling on the floor in pain. "John have you seen Remy or Seth?"

He nodded, "The whole Cullen bunch is with Seth in his room. He's freaking out. How's Sasha?"

"A little freaked out too, but Mum's with her now."

"Well, I guess it's expected. After I drop you off, I'll go see if I can help her."

"Thanks."

Moments later John led me into a room where everyone else was. Remy smiled instantly, and I couldn't help smiling instantly back, all thoughts of Stephen forgotten. Well, almost... I would've gotten away with it, if it wasn't for the stupid mind-reader.

"Stephen?" Edward said, making everyone freeze, "What happened?"

"It was nothing." I insisted.

"Ana..."

I sighed in defeat, Edward wouldn't let this go. Bella had warned me about him being over-protective sometimes, "It's nothing; he just saw me and tried to take me somewhere private to talk." Growls echoed around the room, and I hurried to calm them, "But John came and I'm fine. See? Perfectly fine!"

"Yeah, I punched him in the face. God that was satisfying," John drawled, seeming to get lost in the memory again.

Emmet came up to him, softly punching him on the shoulder, "Dude!"

John smiled, "And then Ana dug her four inch heels into his dick, again."

Emmet now came up to me, punching me even softer in my shoulder, "Dudette!" I smiled at him, before I was swept up into one of his signature bear hugs, "I'm so proud of you both! Oh I wish I'd been there... say, do you think he's still there?"

I was about to reply when I was pulled away from Emmet and faced an angry looking pixie, "Ana I hope you didn't damage the shoes!" oh, the shoes, of course, "They were Gucci!" Was that meant to mean something?

"I'm sure they're fine Alice, I'm sorry if they're damaged. If it helps, they really really hurt Stephen, it was a worthy cause, I promise."

She sighed, inspecting the shoes, "I guess... they don't look too bad."

"Thanks Alice." She smiled and pulled me into a hug.

"Well, I'll go check on the hysterical bride shall I?" John said, before leaving. It seemed to spark a domino reaction, Seth becoming hysterical again and everyone groaning.

"She's hysterical? Why? Doesn't she want to get married? But she proposed to me!-"

"She's the one that proposed? Hah!"

Thud "Shut up Emmet!"

"Sorry Rose."

"- Maybe she changed her mind! She doesn't believe I love her, does she? I can just be a friend- No! I can't. I love her I love her I love her. Ack, I can't take it anymore-"

I thought it best to intervene before he gave himself a heart attack. I grabbed him by his shirt and pulled him down to my height and stared him right in the eye, time for the British approach, "PULL YOURSELF TOGETHER!"

He looked obviously stunned. "I- I-"

"Look, you are going to stand at the altar and Sasha is going to come down to meet you. You are going to say 'I do' and she will say the same thing. You will be married and live happily ever after and give me lots of nephews and nieces to spoil. Do you understand me?"

"Well I-"

I patted him on the cheek, "If it helps, the only reason Sasha's panicking is because she thinks you might not want her. If you freak out now, she might think it's true. Now are you ready to meet the future Mrs. Seth Clearwater?"

Seth looked at me a moment, before breaking out into a smile, "Mrs. Seth Clearwater... I like that..."

Letting him stand up straight again, a dazed look on his face as he kept repeating Sasha's soon-to-be title, I dusted off my hands and straightened his suit a little, before turning to face a sea of stunned faces. "What?"

Remy smiled at me and came up to pull me into a hug, "Nothing babe. It's just that we've been trying to calm him down for over an hour, and you manage what we could not in under a minute. You were amazing love, and you looked so hot being bossy like that."

I was blushing now, "Remy!"

"What? Are you going to tell me off too? Do that angry look again."

I simply raised an eyebrow at him now.

"Okay, I'll stop."

Emmet made a whipped sound, and then I heard a 'thud' from Rosalie shutting him up in her usual way. Emmet was still pretending to be in pain, when Mrs. Clearwater popped her head around the door, "It's time Seth sweetie. Jacob you need to get to your place. And Ana, you need to get back to your sister, the music will be starting soon."

I kissed Remy quickly, before turning to Seth quickly. "You'll be fine." I said, kissing him on the cheek also, before leaving the room. My sister was getting married!!! I was almost as excited as her, and I couldn't stop the images of Remy in a tux and me in a white gown popping into my head, nor could I stop the smile I had at the thought.

Mr. and Mrs. Jeremy Black?

Mrs. Ana Black?

Ana Black...

It had a nice ring to it I thought, but like Remy, I was bias.

AN: Ok, I hope you all liked the more physical Ana/Remy stuff, and I wanted to ask all my readers of their opinion on something.

As their relationship is growing, it seems bound (at least to me) that they are likely to go 'all the way' at some point, and I wanted to know whether you'd prefer that scene as part of the story, or as a separate one-shot?

Review me with your thoughts, even if you think it's a crap idea.

Thanks ;P