Ah, the first chapter to the epic fluffy story of "Full moon in France" Enjoy :)
Shaking and the sounds of mechanical pulleys and such shook me from the dreamless sleep I was engrossed in. I looked to my right and left, a calming sensation relinquished all my fears as I took in Edward's beautiful face.
His eyelids were closed, the impossibly long eyelashes extending outwards and brushed against his face, curving upwards. His straight nose, high cheekbones and silky bronze hair lured me into a more satisfying position and feeling. I sat up and gently kissed his full, smooth lips.
The touch of his lips on mine melted all the nerves and fear. Then his smoldering eyes opened. The strikingly beautiful, crystal clear emeralds sent my mind into overdrive. I never would get used to his dazzling beauty.
His lips reacted with mine, opening and parting to give me the pleasurable touch of his tongue and caressed my back with soft brushing as it did a routine from top to bottom.
His bronze bangs brushed against my face, tickling me and adding to the sensational touch. My breathing turned into rapid intakes as Edward's lips moved down to my chin and kissed under the areas of my ears.
"We should stop before another flight attendant gets mad." I slightly pulled back to see Edward's lips curve upwards, into a pout. The amazing rush of sexual desires flooded into me, but all I could do was kiss him slightly on the lips and before the lust took over me, I had to compose my control.
"Bella, you're going to kill me someday."
"I hope not." I smiled at him and turned to the closed plane window and opened it to see the beautiful monochromatic colours of reds' and yellows'. The clouds were a dazzling plush pink with the skies of deep burgundy and descending into the colours of a lighter yellow.
"It's so beautiful..." I sighed and felt two strong arms and a muscular chest encircle me in a firm grip.
"Not as beautiful as you." The sweet scent blew me into a frenzy and penetrated through all the dazzled beauty I was in.
I tilted my head back to look into Edward's oak leaf green eyes, a darker green surrounded it and the normal bruises of shadow under his eyes were much less prominent. Every detail of his sculpted face was even more handsome as the single light from our dark cabin booth shone brightly onto his pale face, also giving him a mysterious effect.
"Hmm, has anyone told you, you look mysterious in this light?" His lips buried themselves near my ears, the warm breathing sending me into another wave of delight.
"I'm afraid you're the first person." I could feel his lips turning into a grin as his head returned to its' original position, looking down at me, dazzling me with a mysterious smile.
I laid my head onto the muscular chest, an unusually comfortable place and undeniable one I'll always happily rest in. His arms wrapped themselves around my waist, cupping my hands in his.
We laid there for much too short of a time as our distance from New York grew and the gap to Paris lessened. Everything felt so good. Everything was right. Having his head next to mine, tilted downwards as he kissed the lobes of my ear and ran kisses down the side of my face. His every stub of unshaved hair tingled and brought the sensational feeling of pleasurable tickling.
Then the plane started to gain turbulence and descended. The pink clouds and crimson skies turned into beautiful, luscious greenery and the occasional protruding buildings of churches and such buildings hidden within the vast tree infested forest.
Our plane touched the ground, momentarily shaking the passengers and the noise of the airplane mechanics sound, but with the firm grasp that Edward had around me, I barely moved a centimetre in the descent.
"Let's go, my love." We stood up to be escorted out of the plane by a rather resentful acting flight attendant who's smile seemed forced onto her by a thousand pounds on both corners of her rosy pink lips.
The luggage retrieval conveyer belt was quick and in minutes we were outside of the airport, taking a limousine through the sunny streets of Paris. The smell of bread and such delicates wafted into my nose as we drove through the busy streets and thousands of outdoor cafe parlours. Many people were wearing shortsleeves and shorts and I noticed even Edward had taken off his tan gray sweater in the car. His pale blue tee shirt clung onto his body and revealed the lean muscles of his chest and conspicuous veins ran vertically on his arms.
"Where are we headed?" I looked at the vivid eyes as they never left their sight at me, staring lovingly with a large grin spread over his breathtaking face.
"We're headed for a hotel." The devilish expression made me feel uneasy to the possible costs that may be spent.
"And I'll be expecting the costs of this overall trip will be more than what I'll earn in a year?"
Rolling his eyes and face turning frustration, I knew I was definitely going to have to apologize for being such a 'low self esteemed' person as Edward pointed out numerous times.
"Bella, I truly don't understand why you think money is that much of a matter to you. You know, there's a saying, something like 'love can't be measured in material items'."
"Hmm, I must agree I've heard of it. But how does that make much reference to the topic we're on now? You're spending so much money on me..." I answered dryly, knowing it's no point arguing with Edward.
"I'd probably spend more if I could," His ravishing eyes brighten up as the car stopped and the door was being opened. "Now, let's get going."
I got out of the car, with Edward's hands tightly clamped in mine as we walked into the automated doors of a grand hotel, a much more beautiful and so much more luxurious than the one in Los Angeles.
The floor was decked in marble, polished to perfection as it reflected the light from the dangling 18th century design chandeliers. Two hallways ran horizontally from the main entrance and possibly a mile long staircase ran straight from us. The staircase had a red, plush carpet run vertically up and the banister a black marble. On top of the staircase was a round chandelier, with little miniature candle like light sources protruding from the top. Leather couches were spread out on one side, forming a small area with a coffee table in the middle where a glass bowl with a single rose was encased. The reception desk was on the left side, beautiful mahogany floorwood desk with many professonal looking and beautiful receptionist.
Edward led me to the receptionist as he spoke fluid French to the receptionist and recieved two credit card looking items that were the keys to the room. We took the elegant elevator up, furnished and decorated in the same style as the rest of the hotel.
We arrived at the top of the hotel for executive suites as I guessed. The room was just a few distance from the elevator door and when I entered, the rush of soft, warm light brought me to a whole new experience in hotel living.
The walls glowed a beautiful beige, curtains of rich crimson and gold floral patterns running hung over every doorway, allowing privacy in every part of the hotel. The living room had satin couches, a love seat and two singular seats with purple pillows. A wooden, varnished mahogany coffee table had a bouquet of roses stuck in a clear glass vase.
The plush carpet, soft and like marsh in my feet were purple with a pattern that ran for miles matched the same purple of the pillows and the high ceiling was lit by the many protruding human height lamps.
We walked into the living room and a long hallway led to the open door of a bathroom.
I walked inconspiciously towards the bathroom as Edward began to open up the suitcases and such. The bathroom was a soft gold colour with marble flooring and cream coloured granite countertops. The jacuzzi sized bathtub seemed impossibly big, possibly fitting at least five people. A plasma television hung on one side of the tub, large and practically the size of the two large mirrors that hung over the vanity desk and in front of the sink.
Two strong arms wrapped me in a hug from behind as the familiar full lips kissed mine. Sending my already shocked mind into another bubbling mess of thoughts. Pulling back and turning me around to face the gorgeous god.
"So, how are you liking the room?" His grin largened as he could tell I was beyond amazed and speechless. I just bit my lip and shook my head in mock.
"I think we can play baseball in this bathroom..." I looked to my left and right, signalling to the large area that surrounded us.
"Or, there are other purposes we can use for. Like the bathtub for example. You don't expect one person to use it, do you?" His smile turned into the crooked grin I loved so much as he looked passed me to the bathtub.
"Then it's your fault you got such a big room!" I got off running past him and into the large living room but to be caught and embraced by two arms that stretched out around my waist and spun me softly in the air. I shrieked with delight as I got carried into the bedroom, a massive chamber for many things to be done. One of which I wished would have happened now.
I'd been thrown slightly onto the bed, the large crimson coloured bedsheets and fluffy bed were like clouds, similar to the sky during the flight to France. My body except for the legs which dangled from the ends of the bed were covered with another's body, pressing softly against me. Every inch of his smooth skin, his arms and chest touching mine. The divine face I lost all sense of direction was only an inch from me. The sweet scent intoxicated my mind, giving me signals to kiss, to lust for him and do whatever he may want.
"You know, it's bad to runaway from someone when you're talking." He pulled one of my legs onto his waist as I tried to shift my position inwards to the bed, away from him, knowing if we started, the lust would take over me and I wouldn't be able to control it.
"Neither is spending so much money on me." I stuck my tongue out like a five year old in protest but was stopped, by Edward's lips. Urgent and hard but unbelievably desirable to my needs. We shifted our position closer to the bed board, pillows lining in front of it. My head hit the soft pillows and Edward's mouth never left contact with my skin, circling kisses on my cheeks and the nape of my neck. His hands moved behind my back and shoved me closer to him, pressing every inch of my body with his. The pressure of his weight was spread apart from his arms and legs that caged me but I could still feel the chest muscles.
Every inch of my body wanted him and yet, my mind was rebelling the desires. I knew I couldn't...could I? I mean, it's not like the generations haven't moved on and the views of sex before marriage were neutral, not negative. But, did I want to risk it? Such problems...the sacred acts of intercourse...all of the ethic problems and what's right or what's wrong played in my head, the consequences and the rewards.
Ooh, lala. Okay, I've added a bit more details on the hotels and such because well, I was bored and I was googling through some "french hotel lobbies/rooms" hehe. That and cause you need to see that Edward doesn't mind spending money on Bella, AT ALL. :) Thank you my lovely readers for supporting me! REVIEW ME NOW!