The Twilight Twenty-Five
Prompt: Island
Pen Name: Deonne
Pairing/Main Character(s): Bella/Emmett
Rating: M
Genre: Hurt/Comfort, Drama, Romance.
Word count his chapter: 8324
Beta'ed by AELGP
This is a multi-chaptered story. Some themes may offend readers and I wish to make it perfectly clear that while I am not condoning some themes used in the story, it is just that; a story.
I do not own Twilight or any of the rights to said franchise. I am just a humbled mother who loves the characters and enjoys writing stories using the characters. All rights and privileges to these characters belong to S.M and I for one am completely fine with just letting my imagination get away from me using her mad skills as a writer.
Bella POV… 5 years later
"Momma" she squealed. I loved my sister, I really did but the girl needed to stand the hell still. Angela was gonna poke the girl with the damn hair pin if she didn't!
Charlotte had a very special role today. Something I don't think anyone but me gives her full credit for. Her role was to keep everyone away from me while I finished getting ready. She had successfully kept Victoria and Tanya from entering the bathroom with her squeal of her going potty that I was sure had shattered some glass. My shower was my own damn it… and if it took the lungs of a 4 year old to make sure I got to have some privacy when it came to where I shaved and where I waxed than I'd do it in a heartbeat.
"Calm down giggles. It's pretty." Angela tried… unsuccessfully mind you, to pin her arrangement in once more, only for Charlotte to wiggle and for Angela to almost prick herself with the pin.
"What's going on?" mom laughed as she rounded the corner… her stomach first mind you. Yep she was pregnant again, and this time it was a boy. Phil was ecstatic about it. He'd been eyeing off my nephew since Victoria gave birth 6 months ago and Riley Mitchel Hunter (the second) graced us with his very vocal arrival in the world.
"It's the last thing to do before we get started on Bella's hair, but she won't let anyone touch her… she squirmed more than a worm about to be hooked." I laughed as Angela flopped onto the chair, huffing and puffing –though smiling regardless of the situation.
"But sissy said it was my job to make sure no-one touched her. She said I had to keep everyone busy so she could do some stuff." The water-works started and I… well I was busted. The fact that three heads shot into the doorframe while the two women in the room with me all shot me looks that if it wasn't today I'd be dead and buried.
"You've done well my little apprentice, but never throw your Master under the bus. Who's gonna give you treats when you come to stay?" I asked as mom sighed. So I was teaching my sister a few tricks to keep everyone on their toes… its part of my job, and I take being a big sister role very seriously.
"Emmett. Cause he knows where you keep the chocolate drops." She nodded and we all busted our asses laughing.
"And she's meant to be related to you? Think she's got Emmett wrapped around her finger." Tanya wheezed from her spot on the floor. Thankfully, as in her mom and mine would kill her otherwise, she's still wrapped in her robe.
Today was without a doubt the scariest of my life. You'd have thought the day I was wheeled into the operating theatre would be, but that… that has nothing on today. I wasn't afraid of what was coming, far from it in fact… it was more that I wanted this so bad that I was afraid that something was gonna happen for it not to work out. I'd faced cancer twice and was never this freaked, but wearing that dress had me sweating bullets.
In the last five years I'd watched a miracle occur, mom had decided that her form of a chastity belt was gonna leave scars on my poor psyche. Making me watch the entire birth of my sister via the wonderful invention of webcams I had the unfortunate pleasure of knowing exactly what my mother's kitty looked like. And that my friends, is something that no-one should ever know. She did achieve her goal though in making sure Emm and I didn't have sex –it lasted for nearly 2 years.
The rambunctious little terror that is Charlotte Marie Dewyer was one of the sweetest and cunning of little girls I'd ever seen in my life; and I take full credit for it. I shouldn't really though since Emmett had his hand in one too. When Charlotte – though if you call her that she's likely to cause some serious damage to your ears –came to visit our very spacious house, she would have Emmett dressing up, having makeovers and braiding his hair. He just couldn't say no to her.
Wait, he did once when she wanted to hide in his bag so she could go on the plane with him.
He did get his wish in playing pro, but he also got his degree in sports medicine. He was onto his second year of the starting line of Seahawks offensive line. He loved the game, and I loved watching him as much as possible. I do sometimes travel with him, but I can't always be there to watch every one. I still had to finish school and let's face it; the not so good wives club that followed the team drove me nuts!
I may or may not have knocked one out a time or two…
"Bella, come on! Let's get you ready before you fathers come and take you away." Mom sighed as she pulled me from my thoughts and laughed as I tripped over the damned hairpiece thing that Angela had tried to put into Charlotte's hair. The fact that Angela practically pissed herself while wheezing out 'karma' was not lost on anyone in the room.
Resistance was futile at best, and at worse they'd tie me down and group attack with makeup and hair products. It wasn't the first time they would have done it, and I doubt it won't happen again. My senior prom was not the usual hall thing, I'd had my time dressing up for Emmett's as far as I was concerned. My plans for that night was thrown out the window when at exactly mid-day that fateful day I was bombarded by the newly acquired sister I had in Victoria, my dear cousins; yes cousins as Irena and Kate decided to come and help; and Rose charged though my door. They threw me into the bathroom with orders to shave, shampoo and come back wearing nothing but my bath robe. Emmett had somehow gotten his hands on some tickets for the two of us for the night… he still won't tell me how, but my bet is through Angela and Jasper.
"Did you shave?" Tanya's blunt tone had me cringing. I did not want to talk about this. However, I knew she'd all but strip me to get her answers.
"Nope, we went to the spa two days ago. Geeze, you're the one that ordered me the BTB package." I sighed watching her have one of those moments; you know the ones where you want to smack yourself up the back of the head.
"BTB?" mom asked as I shook my head.
"Bride to Be. Basically I was plucked, tweezed, waxed and buffed until I looked more like a doll than the Barbie's that litter giggle's room." did I forget to tell you that with everything that happened with the surgery, they didn't reattach my brain to mouth filter?
"Lingerie?" Victoria asked as she sat down to feed my little nephew… Emmett already had plans to teach him how to raise a little hell. I was not gonna help him with that one, sure we can hand them back, but we get more calls if we send them back as little devils. We'd, or well I'd learnt that with Charlotte. She now had her own room at our place.
"Something old?" mom asked as she finally attached the clip in my sister's curls.
"The necklace he gave me." I smiled as I clipped it around my throat. The chain was a little shorter than when he gave it to me, though considering I was underweight and practically made Victoria Beckham look healthy wasn't saying much.
Something new?" Aunt Carmen asked as she walked toward the small buffet set up with breakfast kind of foods… ones that wouldn't destroy our makeup or dresses.
"The small bracelet that mom gave me last night." I smiled as I ran my fingers across the small silver and white gold that was tucked away in my pocket.
"I've got your something borrowed." Victoria called as she walked into the room holding a small box in her hands.
This was new to me. I didn't know what was going on. When she placed the small box in my lap I realized that none of them knew what was in there.
The pale blue ribbon easily slipped off and fell into my lap. There was no card that I could see so I wasn't sure what was going on. Carefully opening the box I saw a somewhat smallish, but long enough, veil sitting on a small pillow matching the ribbon that originally wrapped the box. There on top I spotted the small card.
To my dearest daughter.
Though I wished to be there with you on this day, I need to make sure that oaf that we both love can be ready on time. Sometimes I don't know how he made it through college since he constantly sleeps in and leaves everything to the last second.
I wore this veil on my wedding day. I know you have most of your traditional items but I would be honored if you would wear this as your something borrowed.
I cannot wait until you are more than just the daughter I claim, but in marriage.
Sasha McCarty.
I smiled as I picked up the small comb and walked towards the small table where I knew my aunt had set up everything to do everyone's hair.
"Something blue?" mom asked as she read the card, her voice slightly higher as her emotions ran wild once more.
"Covered trust me." I winked as she giggled. The tears drying before a single one even fell.
"Well come on mi dulce, it's time to start." Aunt Carmen patter her small work seat, her encouragement was definitely not needed. I couldn't wait until my dad and my dad came in and saw the change and that I was ready and waiting for this moment for some time.
For three hours I sat in different chairs as Charlotte fed me grapes and other kinds of fruit from her little bowl. I would trust no-one but my aunt to do my hair, much to the disappointment of the wedding planner, who I fired after watching her try and get Emmett to let her accidentally fall on his cock. First curlers went in, then I was moved to another table where the makeup artist started her prep work, like moisturizers and god knows what goop she plastered on my face.
It was like playing musical chairs… but I always won. And, you know, it's not so much fun to play that on your own.
"Shoes." Victoria demanded as Aunt Carmen placed the final shinny hair pin in the long curls that she'd created to tumble down my back.
Within seconds Charlotte, who gave up feeding me two hours ago and fell asleep instead, had scampered around the room to the box in question. Now that she wasn't my apprentice anymore she took full responsibility to care for everyone's shoes. The girl was gonna cost Phil a pretty penny when she was older I was sure.
"Okay ladies time to get into those dresses. We have 10 minutes before the cars will be here. Chop-chop." I watched as each one of the girls headed towards their room in the suite; leaving Charlotte, mom, and Aunt Carmen in the living room.
"Come on ladies, let's get the bride dressed," mom patted me hand before grabbing Charlotte and headed towards the master bedroom. By the time I walked in Giggles had dropped her robe and stood on the bed waiting to be helped into her dress. I watched as mom, who was already dressed, carefully slipped it over her hair before turning her around to zip up her and finished dressing her with the small ribbon like necklace that wrapped around her neck. We'd all been worried with what would happen if she pulled it too tight but when she put it on, we realized that it was loose enough so no matter who pulled on it, it wouldn't cause any damage to her.
"Your turn now sissy." She called as she jumped off the bed, her skirt flying up and showing off her little boy-shorts in the process. Guess she won't be jumping around too much.
Taking a deep breath I took off my robe, the cold air hitting me both shocked me and brought me back to the moment. When I looked towards mom I saw the smile and small tear that threatened to slip from her eye. That look helped me realize that I had made the right decision in the end. Why the hell would I have given up seeing mom this happy?
"Well now I see why you said you've got the something blue covered." Aunt Carmen laughed as she took in what I was wearing. While the lace trimming was white, the majority of my lingerie was a soft blue, and my stockings were white but trimmed with the same lace but in blue. I definitely had that covered.
"Okay, carefully step into it sweetie." Mom chuckled as Charlotte stomped her foot, not understanding what Carmen was going on about. As both my aunt and mom helped me dress I could hear my dad in the sitting room laughing with Tanya, Victoria and Angela. With the zipper up and the buttons done to hide said zipper, I was almost ready, all that was left was for the veil to be attached.
Stepping out of the room, the noise dropped as if someone had hit mute. Well almost, mom's sniffles behind me were a given. I smiled as I saw my dad in the tux –yes he did agree willingly to wear it –standing in the middle of the room.
"Daddy?" I giggled as I watched him shake his head, I didn't know what he was thinking about; but I had a good idea.
"Sweet-heart, when did you grow up.?" he whispered as he finally walked over and pulled me into his chest. I could smell the same aftershave he'd worn everyday since he started shaving. It was the same one I practically washed my pillows in when I was younger.
"About 7 years ago when I got boobs." I really need to work on that control. I heard mom sigh as the rest of the room laughed their asses off. Hey, at least I didn't say it in front of the priest. I'm sure that wouldn't go down too well.
"And with those words we were ready to head down to the cars." Mom was trying to fight her smile, but as with anything that decided to escape my mouth, she eventually gave up and let it fly.
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"Are you nervous?" Tanya asked as she stood just in front of me. My borrowed veil now firmly in place, all we were waiting on was the music to start and the doors to open before I go to see Emmett again.
"Surprisingly yes, but in a good way. I don't know how Victoria did this so calmly." I smiled as Victoria looked at me like I'd lost my mind.
"I was so nervous that I almost threw up in your hair." Huh, guess she hid it well then.
The music changed and the doors slowly opened. I watched as both Angela and Victoria, my two bridesmaids slowly walked around the small corner and headed towards their spots.
"Deep breaths. Just remember to look at him and you'll be fine." Tanya whispered as she hugged me and held Charlotte's hand as they stepped into place. When she bent down to loosen the small string bag at the bottom so the petals skimmed her dress before landing on the floor.
Counting to twenty, I waited for the music to change before I took both dad and Phil's arms. I couldn't ask for one to walk me down the aisle, without asking the other. They both stepped into the roles of fatherhood to a sick child, one by birth and one by choice.
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"Do you Emmett Dale McCarty; take Isabella Marie Swan as your lawfully wedded wife? To have and to hold, in sickness and health; for as long as you both shall live?" the priest asked as Emmett looked at me. The smile that lit his face spoke volumes.
"And for long after that," He whispered. "I do." This time it was a little louder.
"And do you, Isabella Marie Swan; take Emmett Dale McCarty as your lawfully wedded husband? To have and to hold, in sickness and health; for as long as you both shall live?"
"With my heart, body and soul," I whispered. "I do"
"With the power invested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss your bride." He smiled as Emmett cupped my cheek and lifted the veil. That's when I noticed the watery shine in his eyes. I lifted up, my heels not really giving me much more advantage in the height department.
When his lips met mine I felt complete, no it didn't tune out all the cat-calls, whistles or applause that was ringing through the church. There was no birds singing, or cannons firing or any of that sappy stuff you hear in romance novels, that stuff isn't real. This was. I could feel everything in me meeting everything in him in that touch. His promises to me, the promises I made him. My heart was undoubtedly going a million miles an hour, but I just didn't care.
"Dad, get the hose." James called from beside Emmett. Yeah, that one did make us stop.
"Why is he up here again?" I asked as Emmett and the priest laughed. James just shook his head.
"Because, he's your brother and my best man" He sighed as he kissed me once more.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, I present to you Mr. and Mrs. Emmett McCarty." The priest finally said as we turned to our family and friends. The flashes of cameras slightly shocked me, causing Emm to wrap his arm around my waist.
Emmett's POV
She had me wanting to run to her when she walked around that corner and through the doors.
Her smile was so bright as Charlie and Phil held each arm as she walked down the aisle and our eyes truly met.
That blush crept across her cheeks as both father's kissed her and carefully placed each hand into my waiting hands.
A single tear, that I don't think she even knew, slipped down her face as the priest asked for our "I do's".
The sweetest of sighs that escaped her lips as we kissed for the first time as husband and wife.
As much as I will probably deny this; and I will, these are the moments of today that will forever stick into my mind. Not what color the flowers she held, or the thousand and one crystals in her hair. Not the beautiful dress or what I'm sure will cause me an early heart-attack for what she's got on underneath. Okay so maybe the lingerie might stick later, those are the things that are gonna stick in my head.
I was now tied to the woman who changed me in the best possible way, the one that shook the foundations of a small town and opened the eyes of so many people that I don't think she will ever realize.
"Ladies and Gentlemen it's time to introduce you to the new Mr. and Mrs. Emmett McCarty." Edward yelled at the top of his lungs. The dude had some serious pipes on him.
I laughed as Bella looked around the room as if she was waiting for someone. But when she went to take a step around me I couldn't help it. Grabbing her waist and pulling her closer was something she was going to endure all night, and for the rest of her life. As she smiled up at me, I couldn't help but smile back. She was one of the most stubborn, selfless, and absolutely perfect people in the world.
The tapping of glass only encouraged me.
"Remember to breathe babe." I smirked as I kissed her hard, my tongue waiting to force its way into her mouth if necessary. Thankfully, it wasn't as she clung to my shoulders. I could practically feel her small body sinking into me. It had to be one of my favorite parts about our building relationship throughout the years.
Whistles, be damned, after having everyone tear us apart yesterday I missed her touch and taste all too much. I was gonna make up for it today and tonight and for the rest of our lives.
"Let the girl breathe, son-in-law or not, I'll still shoot you if you don't let her get some oxygen into her." Charlie laughed as she buried her face into my chest.
"Right now, I think breathing's over rated." I heard Bella mumble before she groaned. The one thing that didn't change –and the one thing I was thankful that didn't –was the fact that she still had no control with what came out of her mouth sometimes. The brutal honesty could win anyone over in seconds.
"I need you breathing for what I have planned for the next two weeks" I whispered in her ear, catching her as her knees gave out a little from my words. Right now, I wished that I could read minds. Whatever it was that she was picturing, I wanted to make a reality.
"Alright let's get a head start on that shall we?" she pulled me gently towards the exit, I knew she was only joking… though the thought was tempting.
As I led Bella further into the room, I could feel everyone's eyes on us. Nothing in our lives had ever been overly easy; we never felt the need to please others with how we set things out. Bella was still in school finishing her degree in political science. While she didn't want to be a lawyer in the same sense as Jasper, she did want to help others gain the necessary help to get better. She knew she had it lucky that the Voltori brothers took her case so early on, even long after they developed and perfected their treatment.
We stopped at a few tables, sharing a few words with both our old friends and new ones. Those few teammates I'd gained in the last year had been surprised when I dropped the bomb shell of my wedding only 3 months after proposing; and while it was a quick wedding to put together, it was still small enough to be something we wanted. There was no rifle held against my back.
Besides we'd been together for a long time before I finally got down on one knee, we didn't need a long engagement.
The sudden flurry of movement from the side as waiters came out to take orders and offer drinks set everyone talking and laughing in small groups. Bella, Tanya and Victoria were going on about something that had to do with Riley and his need to see what was going on. With the little man tucked up beside Charlie and Siobhan, I could only guess that it had to do with calming Vic down enough for them to eat.
I couldn't keep my hands to myself, whether they were just touching a small part of taking control of her hand; I was constantly touching her. It was like some sort of irrational thought; if I could touch her and feel her, then it was definitely real. Isabella Marie Swan was now Isabella Marie McCarty. The thought of her name alone made me smile so big that it hurt my cheeks after a few minutes.
With the food and drinks served the conversations grew and quieted down, occasionally a noise would rise above the normal clatter of knives, forks and the usual dinner chatter. Bella and I shared our plates, feeding each other a bit every now and then. The soft flash of someone's camera or phone suddenly going off only made it all the more better.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, before any of the speeches are given, we'd like for you to turn your attention to the dance floor as the bride and groom share their first dance as husband and wife." I nodded to Edward as he took his seat next to his parents and mine. While I did feel a little uncomfortable with not having him as one of the groom's men, he seemed more relieved at being the emcee for the night.
Standing, I smiled as Bella giggled as she placed the napkin on her now empty plate.
"Can I have this dance with my wife?" completely irrelevant I know, but I learnt one thing important with Bella a very long time ago, she hated having her decisions made for her. Even through the physio she went through after her surgery, she chose when enough was enough, and pushed further than what others were willing to let her go.
"Always." She smiled before putting her hand in mine. Ignoring the sigh that escaped Tanya or the slight whimper from Vic I led her towards the dance floor, only stopping when mom picked up the small wristband that wrapped around Bella's hand to stop her from falling over the back of her dress.
When the first cords of the music started, I wasn't sure if anyone would actually know what song we chose. Not having told anyone the choice or the slight tempo difference I wasn't sure if anyone would actually pick up on it.
"You know I think this is the perfect song for us." She sighed as Bruno Mars poured through the sound system with a slower version of his song "Just the way you are".
"I couldn't agree more." I whispered as we began to sway gently turning. I caught small glimpses of Renee and mom wiping a few tears away, and the nod from Charlie.
"I love you." I kissed her those words branding themselves on her lips along with my heart. It wasn't all fire and dominance, but everything and so much more that I wanted to say but didn't have the words.
"Forever and always." Her voice a little watery as she broke the kiss.
I didn't notice that all three sets of parents had joined us on the floor forming a small circle with our friends around us, their small swaying making it like a small bubble around us. As time went on, I watched as Bella danced with both Charlie and Phil, both having a different song selected to represent their roles in her life. I danced with my mom, wiping away more tears as Bella watched on, as she shared the song with my father.
But, I think the most memorable dance was the one that she shared with James, when he brought Bella back I could see the tears running down his face freely. With the mumbled "Take care of her;" I watched as he and Vic stepped outside for a while before Charlie went and found the two of them, and brought them back.
"We all know that Bella and Emmett's story is one for the books. For Emmett, watching Bella fight for her life; had to be the hardest thing for him to do. Our joker in high school so serious and vulnerable was something I struggled to believe was the same man. For Bella, the strength to fight for what she wanted, knowing the pain, it could ultimately bring, and having the courage to do so was awe-inspiring. Not to mention I know she can throw a mean right hook." Jasper smiled as he looked at the two of us. With all the normal dances finished, we'd headed back to our seats for our families to embarrass us.
"But, no matter what people said or did; it was obvious that the two of them belonged together. Two very strong, brave and selfless people I have never met. You both deserve to be happy and I for one, am glad you found that in each other.
"To Bella and Emmett." As he raised his glass, I heard Bella's chair slightly scrape against the wooden floor. A murmured "Thank you," into his chest as she hugged him later, and she was sitting back with me swiping tears before they ran down her cheeks.
"I've fought for and against Bella in many things, but the one that I'm most proud of is when I stood with her when she wanted to move to Forks. I credit myself for setting these two up because if it wasn't for me they'd still be playing footsies under the table." Bella groaned and laughed as she laid her head against my shoulder. Tanya was it seemed, going to enjoy this little bit of fun.
"I can remember holidays growing up with Bella sitting in Aunt Renee's house playing with dolls and watching as the kids in her street played, occasionally waving in her direction and the smile that would light up her face when they did. I've never seen her smile the way she does with Emmett, it's not just her face that lights up; it's her very being.
"With Emmett being, well Emmett; I can honestly say that for all the pranks and jokes he played in school and out of it, he's still be the most down to Earth guy, a quick smile and those dimples served him well. I still remember that game, that fierce protection you had and still have for her. You are her rock and her strength and I couldn't wish for anyone more fitting than you to take care of her heart. But just remember, I've got six inch stiletto's at home and I know how to use them to more than just walk in. Welcome to the family, and no, you can't exchange us either.
"To Emmett and Bella." She winked before downing the remaining champagne. What was it with Bella's family and the females with the threat of bodily harm with shoes? Charlotte already threatened me with coloring in my cleats if we didn't bring her back something from our honeymoon.
"I only want to say a few words to my son and new daughter. For everything that comes in the future, whether it be good or bad, remember those rings on your fingers are from love. Hold on to each other and share your strength in everything you do. I couldn't have asked for a better son, though he did like to rip the grounds up when he was younger yes, but still, I wouldn't change you for the world. Both your mother and I cannot be prouder of whom you have grown up to be, and we are blessed to now count the Beautiful woman by your side as our daughter. To the happy couple." He raised the small flute into the air as glasses were raised and chants of 'here, here' rang through the room.
"I'm not a man of many words, in fact I'm more a man of action," Bella snorted and I knew what she was holding back; so did Charlie from the look he shot both James and Bella. "I watched as my youngest child began to fade away twice in my life. The first time, I thank fate in letting us have her for a little while longer. The second, I believe that honor belongs to Emmett. His actions spoke far more than words could ever do as he stood by our Bella through it all. Knowing that he stood by her in her darkest hour showed me that he alone had earned my respect, loyalty and the coveted 'yes' when he sought it. I know my daughter will be forever cared for and loved, and neither I and Siobhan or Renee and Phil could ask or want for more. Forever and Always." He rose and sipped the small amount of champagne, wrinkling his nose as the taste or bubbles annoyed him.
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The blanket had been spread out just feet from the water crashing against the sand. Small bowls of water with floating candles holding the corners down so it wouldn't blow away. I wasn't the most romantic of guys, it's something Bella had known from the get go; though I apparently have on occasion surprised her with small gifts which seemed to have been somewhat romantic. Regardless, I was nervous of what she would think.
When Aro and Marcus had all but packed us up for our honeymoon I wasn't sure if it would really be something we'd like. Both Bella and I were people friendly, and being sent to a private island wasn't something either of us had really thought of. Honestly, for our honeymoon we planned to a trip on the road just the two of us. A time where it was just the two of us.
So my nerves were right to be going off faster than a virgin at the Playboy shoot.
Setting the basket down I started unpacking all the food we loved. The small bucket had been chilled until smoke freely flowed from the metal. The insulation sitting in the smaller cooler of the basket waiting for the champagne to rest in.
Having asked Bella to meet me down by the water's edge for our first date as husband and wife had been something I wanted to do since we arrived here on the island. I wanted her to know that since we were married nothing had to change. Our plans were the same, our tastes in music, movies and anything else we loved didn't change.
I looked up as I heard her gasp. I hadn't realized that she'd already made her way towards the little sunset picnic I'd set up. She smiled as she took those last few steps towards the blanket and sat down beside me, using my shoulder to gain some stability as she fell to her knees.
"This is amazing Emm; you didn't need to do this though." She smiled before kissing me softly, her lips a little warmer than normal from the heat.
"It's something you're gonna have to get used to then. This ring doesn't mean I have to stop doing things like this," She blushed as I picked up her left hand and kissed first the engagement ring and then her wedding band. "I love that after all this time I can still make you pink here." I rubbed her cheek as she turned to kiss my palm.
We sat there just watching the sunset over the clear blue waters, feeding each other from the small containers of fruit covered in chocolate.
As the sun set completely I lit the candles, the glow only illuminating the picture of perfection that was Bella.
"You are beautiful, you know that? I can't believe that I get to keep you forever." I murmured as I rose to my feet. I wanted to dance with my wife.
It didn't matter that we had no music; I could still hear the sounds of our first dance running through my head.
"Dance with me." I held my hand out, as she smiled; placing her hand in mine, and allowing me to pull her up to me. The feel of her against me was something I would never want to miss. Whether it was here in the open or behind closed doors, I could and would never get enough of her touch.
"I love you." I smiled as she kissed the small swan tattooed on my chest, her present to me for making it through the hardest time of our lives so far. That day she remembered who I was, was the most amazing day of my life bar two. The day she agreed to become my wife came second, only to the day she actually became my wife.
As she rose to the tips of her toes, I felt her hands slowly creep to my hair, using the small tugs to pull me closer, down towards her waiting, smiling, and perfect lips. What could have been hours, days, or even seconds, I felt complete again. I could die a happy man just from that touch alone.
My hands crept up to the small tie at the back of her neck, the small two pieces of material all that was holding that dress to her. Gently I pulled at the knot, it slipping easily undone as she traced my lips with her tongue. I could feel her smile slightly as the silky like material slowly descending her small frame. I felt as the small bumps rose all over her body, and them having nothing to do with the weather.
Scooping her up in my arms, I gently fell to my knees, slowly lowering her to the ground before reluctantly separating from her mouth. Grabbing the dress and folding it so she had something to rest her head on; she laid there in a pair of panties that were so small they couldn't really be considered underwear.
"You are fucking perfect. I've got to be the luckiest guy in the world right now." She giggled as I whispered into her neck. Those giggles soon turning into moans as I kissed licked and sucked on any part of her body I could. My hands traveling all over her body missing all the spots that would make her jump.
As my mouth traveled south from her neck to her shoulders, and over the swells of her breasts, I felt her breathing increase and shutter with every new touch of skin to lip. The tempo of her heart beating was better than any music I would ever hear. My tongue making patterns over her heated flesh as she squirmed somewhat underneath me. I could taste the salt from the water still on her skin.
She hummed as she ran her fingers through my hair. The feel of that one movement had me harder than I'd been only moments ago… something I didn't know was possible in realty. She tugged me into place, trying to stop the burn building in her. The silent pleas were gratifying and urging me to continue mapping her supple curves, the softest of roads and sheer beauty that was Bella's body.
"Emm, don't tease me." she begged as I traced up her thighs and skimmed across her lips, my mouth ghosting from side to side of her hips. My smile grew as she groaned, shifting her hips until she found what she sought.
"Don't rush me woman, I'm gonna do this my way." Growling as she again tried to force me to where she wanted me, any part of me I was sure. Yes, I was smug but how many times do you get to make love to your wife for the first time. I was gonna make sure I did this right.
Moving down I felt her sigh as my mouth came level with her lower lips. I could see just how ready and how pent up she was right in front of me. Her heaving chest was nothing to the treasure that I saw before me. Even in the moon light, I could see the glistening of her juices just waiting to be touched.
Softly, I lowered my mouth, barely lapping at the folds. I felt as her body convulsed at the tender whispering touch. The gasp of breath was like the best song in the world, as her body reacted to my touch.
She was so wet, that a drowning man would die happily, I would die happily just from the taste of her. There was no sweet or tangy taste that so many people think; it was just pure Bella at her essence. Gently grabbing hold of her hips, I pinned her in place. Kissing every inch of her, taking in every taste of her skin, whether it mixed with the saltiness of the water we had swum in, or her natural bodily taste.
As my tongue probed the inner folds of her most delectable parts, I felt her twitch. Of many things we had done over the years, I could read her like an opened book, just as she could me. As one hand slowly released its hold on her hip and trailed down her outer thigh, my other held open. I could see her clit throbbing from my teasing.
She giggled and moaned as my hand trialed to the underside of her ass cheek. My head rose, and she groaned at what I was sure was disappointment, before she squeaked; my fingers finding her opening. Every time I entered her, it felt new. Nothing was ever the same and I knew it never would. I could feel her walks pulsating as she held close to that natural high.
"Baby…" her voice caught somewhere between a gasp and sigh as first one then a second finger entered and instantly I found that sweet spot inside her.
It only took a few short gentle strokes, before I felt her body suck my fingers even closer to her now. The vice like grip would be without a doubt something I knew I would always willfully bow down and worship her in every way.
I felt the gasps for air, the spasms running through her body and the taste of her on my tongue. If I were ever to be addicted to anything in my life, it would be this woman. She was everything and so much more. I would never and could never get enough of her.
Slowly, I crept up her body, feeling the slight sheen of sweat as our bodies moved together until we were all but joined in every way.
"Hey beautiful." I smiled as I watched her open her eyes, the lazy smile that spread across her face and the lustful stare that met my own were beyond anything I could tire. Isabella McCarty was my dream comes true. Her entrance into my world may not have been what anyone expected, but I could never change anything about her. Even her disease she survived I would keep. It made her who she truly is now. Changing anything about her past would change the very being of Bella.
"Hi," her tone seductive and I felt myself twitch. So did she, as she groaned and thrust her hips up to meet mine. I loved the feel of her no matter if it was skin to skin or something in between.
I felt her hand cup my face as I lent down to kiss those pouty lips. Her thumb twirling on my cheek, we explored each-others mouths. I was sure she could taste herself on my, but she never cared about the actual taste.
Her hand traveled down, I shuttered as she let her hand ghost down my side. The feeling was never something I could forget. I could feel the smile on her lips, the slight unevenness of her breathing as she battled the giggle I was sure she was holding back. When her hand finally rest against my hip, I ground my cock into her, the heat coming from her lips alone had me wanting to thrust into her like a mad man. I was positive there would be some bruising in the end.
"Bella…" I moaned; my eyes closing as her fingers scraped across my stomach. Even as she lay underneath me, she was able to torture me with the slightest touch. "I'm trying real hard not to lose my shit." I bit out my head falling to rest on her collarbone.
"Emm, I don't want you to hold back. I want you to fuck me just like a husband should fuck his wife." The purring of her voice in my ear had my every nerve on edge. Bella loved dirty talk, but she shied away from being the instigator.
"Babe, you're messing with something I'm not sure you want to play with." I bit the juncture of her neck and shoulder. I felt her shiver underneath me, and heard her breathing pick up.
"Do you want me to spell it out?" she asked, the husky tone making me harder than I thought possible. "I want you to pound me, I want your cock buried in me so hard and fast that I can hardly breath, I want to feel you long after we've both passed out from exhaustion;" she grabbed hold of my cock and practically fed it to her very wet, hot and oh so fucking tight pussy. "Making love can wait; I want to be fucked by my husband." She growled in the end.
That was it; I couldn't take any more words. The moment she moved her hand even slightly I slammed into her. I felt as she constricted around me, the force of our joining making her body fight for what it wanted but to stay any major injuries. She gasped out, her eyes rolling to the back of her head as her chest heaved up from the ground.
The pressure from her walls being wrapped around me had me already on edge, something I definitely didn't want. Holding still as she caught her breath I took hold of my own need to cum so suddenly, I watched as she settled on the blanket, waiting for her eyes to open once more. As one hand traveled down her thigh, taking hold of her and bringing her leg up against my hip, I felt her walls grip me again as I slipped further into her heat.
Slowly, as she opened her eyes, I pulled back, the smile on her face only driving me to give her exactly what she wanted. Slamming back into her, I smiled as she rocked her hips to meet mine; even with one leg over me, she still met me thrust for thrust.
"More… please Emm." She sighed as she tilted her hips slightly, the angle making her gasp as I hit that sweet spot inside her. Who was I to not comply with her wishes?
Sitting back, I brought her closer to me, her ass now up in the air as her shoulders still lay on the ground. Her long toned legs wrapped around my waist as I took hold of her hips once more.
"Hands up Bella, I want to see your tits bounce with every thrust. I want to watch as my cock as it slides into that hot pussy. Watch." I growled as she quickly threw her arms above her head and her eyes traveled to where we were joined. I felt the gush of her juices as she saw what I saw. My cock was practically bathing in her essence, the light making it glisten as I entered her.
"Oh god… fuck that looks so good." she sighed and moaned as her eyes rolled once more to the back of her head. I felt as her walls once again began to tighten around me. I knew there was no way either of us was gonna last much longer.
"Grab your tits babe, pinch lick suck on them. Now." I ordered as my balls began to tighten. Her hands shot to where those beautiful tits were bouncing from the force of each thrust, the angle making it even more of a sight as she lowered her head slightly and stuck her tongue out to flick and torture those nipples.
"Fuck, I need you to come for me babe." I groaned as I looked down to where we were joined, the sound of her mewling only tormenting me further as I watched.
Planting one of her feet on the ground I did the only thing I could, my thumb pressing down on her swollen clit was like hitting the trigger on a bomb. Her walls clamped down on me like a vice, her head thrown back in ecstasy, and her mouth open in a silent scream. With one more thrust I felt my cock pulsing inside her, I could barely keep myself from crushing her as a steady stream of cum poured into her.
Slowly I lowered down onto her, being careful not to crush her with my weight. Something she didn't want as she pulled me closer. She hummed as I kissed her shoulder, neck, cheek and mouth.
"You're perfect." I sighed a few moments later as I rolled to my side, taking her with me. Her head came to rest on my chest, her leg and arm thrown across me, almost claiming me to the night.
"No, we're perfect." She sighed as she closed her eyes.
And as usual, she was right.