Happy Halloween/Start of a New Month! I'm sorry that I haven't updated in more than a week, but TRUST ME if I had presented you with the first draft of this chapter you wouldn't have been too satisfied. I took a ton of time editing and trying to make this the best it could be, so please don't yell at me for waiting so long in the reviews. I didn't forget about you guys, I swear.

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I went with "unknown" for their honeymoon, just to let you know.

A PORTION OF THIS CHAPTER IS RATED M FOR SEXUALITY. FOR THOSE OF YOU WHO WOULD LIKE TO STAY AT LEVEL T, READ DOWN UNTIL THE AUTHOR'S WARNING IN CAPS!!!

The first stop on the road to our honeymoon was the airport in Seattle. We left the Volvo there under rental parking and began a flight south.

"Houston?" I asked skeptically when we were seated in the large first class seats.

"It's pretty close to Mexico, you know," Edward responded without looking me in the eye. I raised my eyebrows.

"Oops," Edward said, "I guess I gave away too much." He shifted his position so that his knees were curled under him and he leaned towards me, opening his arms.

I snuggled into them and groaned when Edward whispered, his lips tickling my ear, "Just kidding."

I had barely enough energy to feel frustrated at his cryptic change of plans, so I tucked my head into the nook between Edward's neck and shoulder and closed my eyes.

LATER

It felt as if I had been sleeping for years when I woke up in Edward's embrace when our plane to Houston landed. I was aware of someone hovering over me, although my eyes were still closed. Edward's chilly lips kissed my eyelids and then moved to my mouth.

"Wake up, Mrs. Cullen," he said against our kiss, and my eyes fluttered open. I knew by his expression that it amused him to call me by such a name.

Edward dragged me confidently through the Houston airport to stand in a line for Cabo San Lucas, Mexico.

"So we are honeymooning to Mexico?" I said satisfactorily.

"Nope," Edward replied smugly. He delayed my confusion by not breaking his kiss even when the line started to move.

This time, I did not sleep on the plane. Instead, Edward and I watched Charlie's film, playing over and over our favorite parts. I blushed every time Charlie had caught us smooching, which was often. When Edward noticed the heat on my cheeks, he stroked his thumb across my face, making me forget the movie and only see his eyes.

When we landed in Cabo San Lucas, I furrowed my brows.

"I thought you said that we weren't honeymooning in Mexico!" I said crossly.

"We aren't honeymooning here," Edward said, taking my hand and leading me into the aisle of the plane, "We're just stopping." I sighed, disappointed in myself for being tricked so easily.

Edward covered my eyes as we exited the plane and traveled through the air port.

"The signs will spoil it," he apologized.

"Does that mean that this is our last flight?" I asked, leaning into the feel of his smooth palm over my face.

Edward dodged my question, and answered instead, "We still have a long way to go." I moved my hand to cup Edward's and slowly drew it away from my eyes.

"I won't peek," I assured him, "In fact, my eyes won't be open at all." I then shut my eyes firmly to prove my point and pressed my lips to his.

LATER

When I woke up on the flight from Mexico to the unknown, I found that I didn't care where I was, nor did it matter. The one thing that seemed important was the constant feel of Edward's rock hand in mine.

"Where are we?" I asked him.

"Look up," Edward said, jutting his chin to the flashing signs above.

"Sydney, Australia," I read aloud, and then the message sunk in and I shrieked, "SYDNEY, AUSTRALIA?" Several people nearby stared, and I blushed.

"You've taken me to the other side of the world?" I said through gritted teeth, "Haven't you done enough for me already?"

"Are you terribly angry with me?" Edward asked, batting his eyes playfully. I swatted his arm and sighed.

"What am I ever going to do with you, Edward?"

LATER

Finally, after tallying plenty of taxis, and traveling to a more remote edge of the continent, Edward and I stood alongside a dirt road, the only thing separating us from the shores of a small but beautiful harbor. Before us was a vast ocean, the glass surface calm and rippling.

"Where are we?" I breathed, mystified. I gazed up at the full white moon as if it could answer my question.

"Ahhh," Edward said, running a hand- nervously?- through his bronze hair, "Don't worry about that." He glanced sideways at me, and I blushed. What now?

Edward led me by the hand across the desolate road. The only sounds were that of my jagged breathing, the rolling wheels of the luggage Edward dragged behind us, and the quiet lapping of water on sand.

"Edward…" I said warningly, as we walked past the boats docked at the harbor. It wasn't escaping my notice that each of the boats were extremely large and grand. Then, something registered in my mind. Painted on the side of the crafts were, in gold lettering, names.
The Lillian Rose. The Mary Alice. The Esme Ann. And, finally, the Bella Marie.

"You got me a boat?!?" I asked incredulously.

"How's that for a wedding gift?" Edward asked, his musical laughter breaking through my shocked silence. I glared.

"It's sort of a family tradition," he explained soothingly, "Esme and Carlisle insisted."

He stood back from the ship, admiring it, and I had to smile. Abruptly, my husband crouched and sprung over the ship's railing, landing gracefully on the deck. Through the dark night, I saw him disappear with the shadows. When I blinked, floodlights illuminated the deck from the roof of a shelter in a center of the boat. I couldn't make out anything else because the lights were so bright, but I heard Edward place the luggage down and the crunch of sand as he flew back onto the shore.

Beside me, lit by the moonlight, Edward was stunning.

"Ready partner?" he asked, turned his back to me. Although I could not see his face, I knew that he would be smiled crookedly. Without a second thought, I climbed onto his back and clung to him as we took off and landed smoothly on the deck.

Edward dimmed the floodlights as I slid down his back, taking in my surroundings, There wasn't much to see except, in the center of the boat, a rectangular shelter, bordered by a few feet of waxed wooden deck on all sides.

"Could I have the house key, please?" Edward said, not taking the caution of lowering his voice despite the late hour. As if there was anyone around to hear us. I nodded, unsure of why he wanted it, and dug into the pocket of my jeans, fishing for my newly acquired key that Alice had insisted I bring with me as a memento. When I pulled it out, I was astonished to see that there were two keys hanging on the chain instead of one.

Edward's icy fingers brushed mine as he took the key. I watched as he used the unfamiliar key to unlock the outline of a door in the glossy wooden shelter before us. When the door slid open, the inside was completely black, and a gust of cold air shot through the entrance.

I walked with him as Edward entered the room and turned on the light. The room was a simple captain's cabin, but I gradually picked out the details that must have been Esme's touches. The high ceiling was adorned with chestnut wood planks, all intricately carved with miniature sail boats and ocean waves. I smiled, almost able to feel my new family's presence, everywhere.

Edward walked gracefully to the motor. He tugged the engine to life and flicked the motor on. The motor howled in anticipation as Edward pulled gently away from the shore. He smiled gently at me but I refused to meet his gaze. It turned out that the old, vintage steering wheel was mostly just for show, and Edward only occasionally turned it. Otherwise, he stood back against the wall, looking out at the water and black, starry horizon. Or at me, although I still couldn't look him in the face.

Edward seemed troubled when I sneaked glances at him. His perfect bronze brows knit tightly together, deep in thought. The silence slowly drained my confidence, and I began to feel panicky. When we had traveled miles out to sea, Edward flipped the motor off and stood awkwardly by my side.

Finally, he sighed and I made eye contact with him, noticing his features soften as I did so. It was unusual for the atmosphere around us to be so strained, but I figured that he was just as nervous as I.

"Come, Bella," Edward murmured, and he led the way back onto the deck. There, he entered a door that I had not noticed before.

Of course, I ended up tripping over the ledge that held the sliding door in place. Edward's cold arms caught me, and when I blinked, his face was above me, illuminated to a perfect white by the moon that shone behind him. Warm air encased me, and I heard the faint noise of a heater running inside the dark room. My husband straightened us up, and removed his hand from my waist. Edward turned on the lights, and I blinked, adjusting.

The bedroom around me must to have come directly out of the Hilton hotel.

My attention was immediately drawn to an enormous white bed to my left...

It sat atop a creamy flokati rug, the soft golden light in the room shining on it like a spotlight. The white linens traveled down the bed as far as the foot, where a red silk bedspread began. It was ironed to perfection, not a single crease in the fabric that flowed down over dark iron bedposts. Red velvet and lace pillows were puffed out like a display case.

There was also a perfectly white carpet, looking fresh and inviting and as if it had never been walked on before. The inside of the walls, rather than wood like the captain's room, were painted a pure white. In the corner of the room there was a black leather reclining chair positioned below a brass lamp. The bedside table was made of a shiny honey-colored wood, and one dresser of the same wooden faced the bed from the opposite wall. There was an open door to my very right leading to an astonishingly white bathroom with a great tub, that was also a shower. The mats and curtains were red, following the same color scheme as the bedroom.

"Edward…" I trailed, still absorbing all of the beauty. I loved and hated at the same time all of the effort that the Cullens must have put in to make the location of our honeymoon so gorgeous.

"Yes, love?" Edward asked, a smile twitching at the corners of his lips. He must find my awe entertaining. In a flash, Edward had stepped back outside and had the luggage placed next to our dresser. He then moved to the corner of the room and pulled at some sort of seam in the wall that I had overlooked. At his gentle tug, the drywall and wood on the outside of the structure crunched back, revealing that the room was made entirely of glass. Edward flipped up the ceiling as well, giving me a romantic view of the stars above.

"Do you like it?" he asked softly, slithering a cold arm around me. I raised my eyebrows and turned into his embrace, pressing my lips to his to clear any of his doubt. When we broke apart, the butterflies were back in my stomach, and, it seemed, his as well.

After a few moments of Edward and me looking down at our feet, he said, "I was… I was thinking that you might want to swim with me?" He sounded as anxious as I felt, and I had to envy him for the ability to speak.

"Aren't there sharks?" I asked uneasily, my eyes widening at the floor, when I had found my voice again.

"Bella…" Edward laughed, although I imagined that his tense face did not soften, "I will always keep you safe." I thought that his answer might not pertain to sharks, but rather to the upcoming night. And, I also suspected that he said this aloud more for himself than for my benefit.

Although I was still unsure and nervous, I nodded and followed him into our bed room. My suitcase still lay by the dresser where Edward had left it. I dragged my suitcase onto the rosy bed and began to unzip it.

"Alice packed me a bathing suit, I guess?" I asked, my voice sounding distant as I slowly tore the zipper back… back… back.

"Mmm," Edward replied offhandedly. Feeling rather afraid, I flipped the lid to the case open, and gasped. It seemed as if Alice had vacuumed all of the air out of the case, and suddenly hordes of clothes were expanding, spilling over the edges like the top of a muffin. There were enough clothes for months! I gulped, noticing the absence of pajamas and excess of lingerie.

On the very top lay an indigo string bikini. The triangular cups were barely four inches on each side. A note lay on top of it all.

Bella,

I know that this is not your typical wardrobe, but I also know you'll look stunning in these clothes. Just keep in mind that Edward loves you, and he's nervous, and on this first night, the bikini could very easily break the ice, if you know what I mean. Good luck, Bella, and I'll see you whenever Edward decides to give you up.

Love,

Alice

Edward met my gaze as I looked horrified up from the letter, halfway torn between throwing the bikini on and telling him that Alice must have forgotten to pack one.

I looked quickly back down at the note and flipped it over, as if to hide it from the world.

My hasty flipping revealed another firm note in Alice's tight, elegant scrawl.

P.S.: I'll leave it up to your imagination what could happen if you don't wear the bikini.

When I finished reading, Edward looked apologetically into my eyes. "Alice wouldn't let me pack you something more… you." I nodded, still petrified, and watched as Edward hesitated before yanking the buttons of his shirt down and sliding out of it. He threw the shirt behind him, and it landed, crumpled, in the doorway.

With whatever courage I could muster, I tugged up the hem of my shirt. While it was still over my head, I felt Edward's cold lips on my stomach. I giggled halfheartedly into the shirt, more afraid than flatter. My belly shivered and constricted in fear when he removed his lips and I was free to slide the shirt over my head. I felt so bare, but imagined that Edward- kneeled before me, his icy face still pressed against my stomach, in nothing but black silk boxers- had to feel the same way.

"Should I meet you outside? Maybe you want… a human moment?" Edward asked, keeping his frozen gold eyes level with mine despite my exposed skin.

"Alright," I agreed awkwardly, and watched him exit the room, sliding out of his shirt and leaving it in the doorway. He waved hesitantly to me from the other side of the glass. He turned politely away as I played with the straps of my bra.

I decided to take Edward's suggestion when I was undressed and took a human moment, stopping to wash my face with warm water. When I straightened up to look into the mirror, my reflection staring back at me was terrified. My heart thudded wildly as I paused, my hands hovering halfway in the air, previously in the motion of grabbing a towel. Since I wasn't drying it, the warm water trailed up my arms, and I sighed, trying to soften my expression in the mirror.

Finally, I gave up and jumped into the white shower, spraying myself with cold water to rouse my spirit. When it seemed as if I wasn't about to be graced with sudden confidence, my breath started to come in jagged gasps. I crouched down in the tub and put my head between my knees, trying to catch my breath and think rationally. There was no reason for me to act like this. Edward and I had been anticipating this night for months on end. We loved each other; we deserved each other; we deserved this.

Plenty of people had endured honeymoons without having panic attacks. Emmett and Rosalie took a honeymoon almost every year. Renee had already been on two with Phil. If they could do it… I could do it. I picked my head up every so slightly and reached behind me to make the water warmer. That would calm me.

When I had pulled myself together only because I knew that Edward couldn't see me like this- he would call the whole night off- I shut the water off and let down my hair, which I had put up so that it wouldn't get soaked. I raked a brush through whatever knots had accumulated between Alice's last-minute polishing and the plane rides.

Then, with a heavy sigh, I pulled on Alice's skimpy bikini and pressed my hand to my jittery stomach, aggravated, trying to force my butterflies into submission. I took a deep breath that failed to slow my rapidly beating heart, I walked quietly to the glass wall and rapped my fingers gently on it. Edward was perched on the boat's railing, his arms outstretched towards the seemingly never-ending night, his face upturned to the moon. His balance astounded me.

Automatically, Edward's head twitched to my direction, but he didn't budge. I wiped my eyes and stepped out of the glass shelter into the warm night air. I only dared to step onto the first rung of the boat railing, and even that was risky for someone like me.

I, too, looked up at the moon.

"It's the perfect night," I murmured. Edward dropped his arms and exhaled noisily.

Without facing me, he lamented, "Compared to you, the night is nothing." I blushed, although even if he had been looking at me, it would have been impossible to see crimson in the chalky light. Tentatively, I reached my hand out and held his in mine.

After some debating, Edward looked down at me, but did so painfully slowly. I watched him gasp, looking as if Emmett had just knocked the wind out of him. His eyes slipped down, traveling over my soft curves. He caught himself and snapped his focus back to my face. His features were a mix of pain and awe.

"Bella…" he whispered, and I carefully twirled into his embrace, ignoring the goosebumps that crawled their way down my arms and legs. It was obviously dangerous on a railing, but I couldn't help but to feel more at home than I ever had in his arms. This night was perfect.

"Would you like to swim now?" Edward asked, his mouth tickling my ear, his intoxicating breath filtering over my face.

"Sure," I breathed, feeling dizzy. Edward pulled me onto his railing rung. I wobbled, but his hands were at my elbows, supporting me, and I couldn't fall. He picked me up as if I were a child and tightened his grip around my legs, which were wrapped around his waist, and jumped into the water below.

We made a small splash and plummeted into the water, traveling downward with the force of our entrance. The water was surprisingly and pleasantly warm, making the feel of Edward's skin less severe. When we emerged back at the surface, I gasped for breath, tasting the salt and warm summer air upon my lips. A gust of balmy air hit me full on the face, and I released a long, carefree laugh. How sweet it was to be here, with Edward, finally.

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I looked over at my husband. The dark waters of the ocean beaded over his eyelashes and had already soaked through his hair. He sniffed, tongue rolling over the salt water that coated his mouth, and smiled crookedly at me. The water was not the best place to lose my breath, but I couldn't seem to hold onto my wits. With Edward's boxers billowing out in the water, lapping around my bare thighs, it was impossible not to be dazzled.

Edward released me into the dark water and pushed back. The boat's dimmed flood lights illuminated his angelic face, still damp and smiling. He floated on his back, looking invitingly at me. His eyes, now dark in color, seemed to shine.

He floated in the water, just smiling at me, glinting with moisture. I hovered in the safe shadow of the boat, knowing that swimming out to him would put the night into action. I only wanted a moment to think, to clear my head, and say goodbye to the one thing I had saved for this night. And then, almost immediately, I was ready. As I had learned seconds before, nothing had ever been more irresistible than Edward's arms around me, and I was craving that again as if it was a drug.

I pushed blindly off of the Bella Marie and found myself back into my husband's arms. Without the slightest bit of caution I pressed myself closer to him, needing to have his body all around mine, like we were not two people, but one.

I picked my legs up and wrapped them around his hips, resting my head on his shoulder. Edward continued treading water, and I could feel his legs moving underneath us. Edward's cold hand rose out of the water and he stroked my wet hair behind my ear.

His lips played around my jawline, and his hands traveled to my waist, pulling me in tight. Edward's mouth trailed from my chin down my throat and back up on my ear and in my wet hair. I moaned as he nibbled my ear, and finally returned his kiss when his lips found mine.

I ran my tongue freely over the outline of his cold, pink lips, and his smooth tongue flitted dangerously into my mouth for a fraction of a second. I gasped and shuddered, unused to both the contact and the change of temperature.

"Bella," he gasped. My fingers knotted in his hair, and I clawed my feet over the waist band of his boxers.

I felt one of his hands remove from my waist and it found my desperate foot. He wrapped his hand around my ankle and guided it into the waistband, tugging gently down, then replaced his hand around my waist. All the while, he did not break our kiss. I continued where he had let my ankle go, scraping the band down so that his boxers hung lopsided, the other side of the band still where it should be. Edward removed his opposite hand from my waist and I felt his long, cold fingers began to untie my bikini top. I squeaked, suddenly realizing how fast everything was moving. Edward's hands paused, assessing my reaction, and I let out a long breath, allowing him to continue. I felt his urgent fingers pull against the ties, and finally, one side of the top came free. Meanwhile, when I was satisfied that the one side of his boxers were far enough down, I took my other foot to the other side of the waistband. I blushed deeply when my toes brushed against somewhere I had never thought to touch before.

My top came free, and Edward ran his tongue along my collarbone, then disappearing underwater as he continued down my stomach. It was unmistakably his sharp, white teeth that began to undo the bows of my bikini bottom. I blushed furiously every time he pulled back on the strings. He of course, being underwater, had no idea of the effect that his stunts were having on me.

His boxers fell through the black water, never to be seen again, off of his legs at the same time that my bikini strings came undone and floated backwards. Edward reemerged from the midnight ocean, taking in a strangled breath, and hugged me close to him. Not even to warm ocean water could dull the sparks between our naked bodies.

Edward pulled away. "You are sure about this?" I picked my head up, nodding, and tried to shuffle our forms through the water. We began to move backwards, to the ship. Edward groaned as his back hit the boat, although it couldn't possibly have hurt.

I smiled into our kiss for a moment, and then let Edward break away as he snaked his arm up the side of the boat, feeling for the ladder. He climbed backwards up the boat's ladder with me in his arms, dripping wet. We soaked the deck and the pure white carpet and the red bed sheets with sea water as Edward dashed to the bed room.

He dropped me on the bed, ripped the sheets away and threw them haphazardly around- anything to expose the feathery mattress. I lay on my back, waiting for him to pull the last sheet from under me so quickly that I couldn't even feel it.

Edward crawled onto the bed when his work was down and encased me in a cold embrace. His lips were everywhere; everywhere so fast that I could hardly keep track of them. I just held him to me, running frantic lips over his face and pushing around locks of his hair. I felt his hands, cold and fast, trailing down my body, hitching my legs to another angle. And it seemed to dawn on us both when the moment was right, when this couldn't be denied from us any longer.

(To quote a bit of Breaking Dawn): "Don't be afraid," I murmured, saying it aloud as a comfort to both myself and him, "We belong together." I was abruptly overwhelmed by the truth of my own words.

The moment was so perfect, so right, there was no way to doubt it. I wanted this. He wanted this. We wanted this. And now we could finally have it.

His arms wrapped tighter around me, holding me against him. I felt fully aware of our nakedness, but in the best sense of the term. My other senses could only feel the pounding of my hear, making it feel as if every nerve ending in my body was a live wire.

"Forever," he agreed. He ran his feverish lips back once more up my throat and to my lips, and my senses heightened, feeling him. This was a sensation that I had never felt before, but I only wanted more.

And, there it was, human and vampire. Together as one.

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