So, not so new story ... I'm reposting this. This story was pulled years ago by FFn. That decision (without any sort of warning, really) forced me to move from just posting on FFn to Stars (then The Writer's Coffee Shop), AO3, and FictionPad. After doing some thinking, and FicPad turning into a for-profit platform, I've decided to repost this here. I may also repost A Ilha Do Amor, too ... we'll see.
This is ALREADY COMPLETE! PREWRITTEN
I will be doing some editing for content, but this is written in its entirety on Stars, AO3, Wattpad and FicPad (when it's not being a pain in the butt).
Welcome back, my lovelies! A Prescription for Love is back and up next will be Edward and Bella's trip to Oahu. (If any of you have any good Oahu stories, please let me know! I've been to Hawaii, but to Maui not Oahu.) There will be good times had for our favorite nurse and doctor. And when I mean good times, I mean lots of lemonade. There will also be a plot in Oahu, but lots of romantic times will be had, mostly. Once they get back, the craziness will ensue (the angsty stuff…but I'm telling you it's not a breakup. A lot of people expressed concerns in reviews/PMs that they were worried about a breakup. No breakup…I promise.)
Now, this story is based in a hospital. My medical training comes from…WebMD and Wikipedia. I'm not a doctor, nor do I claim to be. I'm a music teacher who has a wild imagination and a penchant for all things Twilight (and with this story, added in a mix of ER! I loved Luca Kovac…) Which brings me to my disclaimer: None of this is mine. I'm not, nor ever will be, Stephenie Meyer. If was, I'd be rolling in the dough from her insane imagination that gave us Bella and Edward. No copyright infringement is intended.
Chapter Twenty-Four
BPOV
"That's us," Edward said with a wide, beaming grin. I got up and we headed to the ticket agent who scanned our boarding passes.
"Have a wonderful trip, Mr. and Mrs. Cullen," she said.
I was about to correct her when Edward smirked at her, saying, "We will." He dragged me down the jet-way. We settled into our comfy seats in first class. I buckled up and looked out the tiny window, freaking out that this long tube with wings will fly us to Honolulu. Twining our fingers together, Edward looked at me with mischief in his eyes. "Bella, have you ever considered joining the mile high club?"
Say what?
EPOV
"Edward Anthony Cullen, are you asking me if I want to have…sex…on the plane?" Bella hissed; her eyes big as I've ever seen them. "Are you out of your fucking mind?"
"Nope. Perfectly sane," I chuckled, leaning over to nibble on my girl's ear.
"In front of all of these people? Hell, no, Edward," she grumbled.
"It's not like we're going to get completely naked," I reasoned, moving my mouth down her neck.
"You forget that I have a tendency to soak you when I come," she deadpanned.
Shit, I forgot about that. I love it but damn… "Control it," I purred.
"No, Dr. Horny," she giggled. "I don't want to 'control it.' I love losing myself in the feelings of what you give me, baby. I don't want to stop my screams. I don't want to quell my orgasm just because we're on a plane."
"Then, I may have to arrange for a private jet for our flight home so we can join the mile-high club," I retorted smugly.
"I don't think so, Edward," she smirked, smacking my arm. There was a loud thump in the underbelly of the plane. Bella shrieked. "What was that?"
"They're probably just closing the cargo hold, sweet girl," I said, putting my arm around her.
"Do all planes make that noise? Is this one defective? Edward, are we going to die?" she shot off, getting more and more hysterical with each question.
"Bella, relax," I soothed. "Deep breaths, love." She was panting hysterically, but ironically enough, deeply. "To answer your questions: yes, all planes make that noise. As far as I know, this plane is not defective. Unfortunately, we're both going to die…"
"WHAT?!"
"After a long life together, not on this plane," I said, kissing her mouth deeply. She moaned, tangling her hands into my hair. I could hear some rumblings about the obnoxious newlyweds in first class but I could care less. I was trying to assuage my girl's fears with my mouth. I'd rather do it with my fingers or my peen, but this would have to do. We broke apart, breathing heavily. Bella's brown eyes were glazed over and heavily dilated. "Better?"
"Much," she purred, rubbing her body against mine.
"About the mile-high club?" I pleaded.
"No, Edward. Just, no," she snorted.
Can't blame a guy for trying.
The doors of the plane closed. With a shudder, the aircraft was being moved in reverse away from the terminal. Bella was looking out the window, slightly panicking. I twined my fingers with hers as we taxied to the runway for takeoff. "Bella, do you want some anti-anxiety medication? I have some in my bag."
"Why do you have anti-anxiety meds?" Bella asked.
"I'm not a fan of flying and I only use it to get me through the flights," I explained.
"Why don't you like flying?" she asked, arching her brow.
"When I was kid, my parents took us to Disney World. We hit a patch of turbulence and were forced to make an emergency landing in Tennessee. The tires blew out on the front landing gear and I was scarred for life," I explained. As I told my story, which I watered down, Bella became more and more pale. I pursed my lips, reaching into my bag. After I found the bottle of Ativan, I shook out two pills. "One for you. One for me."
"Um…I don't want you to get arrested for…" she blushed.
"Nonsense. You look like you're about to pass out," I said as I handed her the tiny pill. She swallowed it without water. I did the same. Wrapping my arms around her, we watched as the plane hurdled down the runway toward Oahu. An hour into the flight, Bella was snoozing in my arms. I was drifting, but every time the flight attendant walked past me, she bumped my elbow. The fifth time she did it, I glared at her. "Do you mind?"
"Mind what?" she asked, blinking at me seductively.
"You keep running into my arm and it's obnoxious," I snapped.
"I was hoping you'd, um, join me in the…" she purred, looking at the unoccupied bathroom. "Your wife wasn't too keen on joining the exclusive club."
Decided to play up the notion that I was on my honeymoon, I glowered at the insane flight attendant, who looked like Miss Piggy. "Look, I'm on my honeymoon with my wife. What I was saying to her was between her and me. Not you. Besides, have you ever heard of the phrase 'rode hard and put away wet?' Well, that's you. You've probably been inducted into the mile-high club numerous times and let's just say that I don't know what you've got floating around your body. I highly suggest you get tested for STDs. Now, it would behoove you to leave me and my wife alone. You're a skank and let's just say that your behavior will be documented. A nice long letter will be sent to your supervisor about your lewd and unprofessional behavior."
"I'm so sorry," she blanched. "Please don't…"
"Too late," I bit back.
"Mr. Cullen, please don't. I need this job," she pleaded.
"You should have thought about that before you propositioned me for sex. And it's Dr. Cullen," I spat, turning away from her, effectively ending my conversation with her. She scampered away. I mentally wrote my letter to the airline, describing the flight attendant's unbecoming behavior. Ten minutes later, the purser came by and explained that the flight attendant, Rebecca, was going to reassigned to coach. The purser, Nettie, was taking over for Rebecca in first class. I nodded, closing my eyes and holding Bella closer to my body. Eventually, I fell asleep, thanks to my exhaustion and the wonderful invention of Ativan.
When my eyes fluttered open, it was dark. Bella was reading, her head leaning on my shoulder. "Hey," I croaked out.
"Hi," she smiled. "You were out, baby."
"Yeah," I said intelligently, rubbing my face. "How long?"
"We've got about a half hour until we land in Oahu," she explained. "Also, the older flight attendant, Nettie, gave me this to give to you." She handed me an envelope. "I don't know what it's about but, I said I'd give it to you."
I opened up the envelope and saw four vouchers. The vouchers were good for any flight that the airline flew to. On a handwritten note, there was an explanation.
Dr. and Mrs. Cullen,
On behalf of the airline, we are deeply sorry for the actions of our flight attendant, Rebecca. She will be punished according the procedures stated in our handbook. After speaking to our head of marketing on the satellite phone, he agreed to give you and your wife four free vouchers to any location that we fly to as compensation for the transgressions of our employee. Please don't hesitate to contact the head marketing directly if you have any questions.
Mr. Arthur Serratos
773-555-8456
aserratos
Thank you,
Nettie Barnes
"Nice," I snickered.
"What?"
"Well, while you were asleep, a skanky flight attendant tried to proposition me to join the mile-high club with her. I ripped her a new asshole and suffice it to say, it got us four free tickets to anywhere United Airlines flies. I'm still going to contact this Arthur guy to verify, but it looks legit."
"Where's this bitch who tried to encourage you to join the mile-high club? I want to kick her ass," Bella snarled.
"Easy killer," I chuckled. "It's been handled." I handed her the letter but she scoffed. "You want her fired, don't you?"
"Damn straight," Bella said, giving me a fierce look. "You're mine, Edward. The fact that she…ooooh! I'm so pissed right now."
"Free tickets, baby," I said, waving the vouchers in her face.
"Still, Edward," she huffed out. The plane dipped and I could see the faint flickering of lights out the window. "Holy shit! Are we going down?"
"No, just landing," I said. "Give me your hand, sweet girl." She grabbed my hand, squeezing my fingers tightly. The plane continued its descent to the Honolulu International Airport. The lights of the airport were getting closer and Bella was freaking out. My hand was aching from the grip she held. Once the wheels touched the ground, Bella let out a quiet shriek. The engines roared and we slowed down on the tarmac. The plane veered and slowly began its slow trek to the gate. "Bella?"
"Holy shit," she squeaked.
"I know, baby. But, I need my hand back. I can't feel my fingertips," I chuckled.
"Sorry," she said, releasing my hand, kissing my wrist. "Is it always like this? Flying?"
"Not usually. It's different when you can see the runway. It's very disconcerting when you land at night," I said. "Landing in Las Vegas at night is even worse. You feel like you're going to land in the middle of the strip."
"Wow," she breathed, looking out the windows. Ten minutes later, we were parked and the jet-way extended to the door. The purser, Nettie, thanked us for flying with United. The door opened and everyone began getting up. We exited the plane, making a stop at the bathroom before going down to baggage claim. "I feel so gross." Bella plucked at her shirt, wrinkling her nose.
"Another nasty side effect from flying," I chuckled. "As soon as we get to our rental, we can shower and eat something."
"What's the deal with the rental? Do we need to go shopping for food?"
"No. There was food delivered to the rental. I contacted the company and informed them of what staples I wanted there. Anything else we need; we just contact the company and they'll bring it. It's included in the cost of the trip, Bella."
"Oh," she replied. "What about a car? Do we need to rent one?"
"We're being picked up by a limo but a car is at the rental for us to use," I explained as we weaved through the airport to baggage claim. Stopping in front of the assigned conveyor, we waited for our luggage. Out of all of our luck, our suitcases were some of the last ones taken out of the airplane. Bella's obnoxiously pink floral suitcase came out first followed by green suitcases. "Bella, what's up with your luggage?"
"Your sister bought it for me," Bella replied, wrinkling her nose. "It's pink with flowers on it. I'm not a pink girl and yet, this is what you're sister bought me."
"It could be worse. It could have Barney, the purple dinosaur on it," I snickered, swiping her small roller bag, placing it next to her big suitcase. "Or maybe neon yellow?"
"I'll stick with pink hibiscus flowers," Bella chuckled.
I picked up my smaller bag, attaching it to my suitcase. Twining my fingers with Bella's, we left the baggage claim and stepped out into the warm outdoors. The smell of plumeria assaulted our nostrils and the air was damp. Just off to the side was a man holding up a sign saying 'Cullen.' "Good evening," I smiled. "I'm Dr. Cullen and this is…"
"Your wife," he smiled, holding out his hand shaking my hand. "Nice to meet you both. Let me get your bags." He scurried to put our bags into the trunk. We got into the back of the limo. Bella was looking at me like I had three heads.
"What?" I asked, laughing lightly.
"You're enjoying this," she deadpanned. "Everyone is assuming we're on our honeymoon and you're secretly in love with the idea."
"Well, you and I both know that it's going to happen at some point," I said, picking up her hand and kissing her left ring finger. "Besides, I really love the fact that everyone is assuming that we're on our honeymoon."
"You're…you're too much, baby," she giggled, leaning against my chest. "I have to ask…do you get turned on when people call me Mrs. Cullen?"
I grabbed her hand, placing it on my erect cock. "Does this answer your question?"
"Affirmative, Edward," she snorted.
Over the intercom, the drive chimed in saying that it would be about a half-hour drive to the rental property. Bella looked out the window, saddened that we couldn't see much as we sped to our home away from home on the eastern coast of Oahu. The car slowed down and we pulled into a posh neighborhood. The homes were lit up like Christmas trees. "Wow," she breathed. "These houses are so gorgeous."
"I can only imagine what they're worth," I said.
"Easily in the millions," Bella said, looking back at me. "How much would we have to pay if we were actually renting the house we're staying in?"
"Ten thousand a night," I smirked.
"How much did you pay for this trip, Edward?" she asked.
"Less than that," I replied. "It was for a good cause. Plus, we needed a vacation."
"This is not a vacation, Edward. This is two weeks in paradise that you spent way too much money on," she said derisively.
"Okay, if we had decided to stay at this home, it would have cost us approximately $140,000. I didn't pay that. I paid just under nine grand. Besides, it was a travel agency that donated the trip. They got a ton of free publicity in donating this trip for the fundraiser," I said, arching my brow. "I want to spoil you, love."
"You do," she said, looking back at me. She leaned and kissed me softly. "Sorry about…"
"No worries, Bella. You're not used to stuff like this and I understand that. However, you need to know that I will always spoil you, even if it's extra attention. You've been denied love for so long and I intend to give you as much as I can, forever," I said, pulling her to me. She let out a sob, wrapping her arms around my neck. I held her until the car stopped and the driver announced we were at the rental. "I didn't mean to make you cry, sweet girl." I pressed a sweet kiss to her hair.
"It's okay," she muttered, giving me a watery smile. "You're just so amazing, Edward. I thank God every day for you."
"I do the same, sweet girl," I said, kissing her lips softly. I helped her out of the car and we stared at the massive mansion in front of us. "Holy fuck nuggets."
"You can say that again," Bella giggled, bumping her elbow into my chest.
"Holy fuck nuggets," I choked out.
"Dr. and Mrs. Cullen, here are your keys for the rental. When I pick you up, I'll be taking them back," the driver said, handing us two sets of keys. "Car keys are inside of the garage. You have two vehicles to use while you're here. One is a Dodge Challenger convertible and the other is silver Mercedes SUV. If you need anything, the phone number of the rental company is on the fridge along with other emergency numbers. Aloha and welcome to Oahu." He turned on his heel and left us in the driveway of the gorgeous rental.
"You got the keys, sweet girl?" I asked.
"Yeah," she replied. With a wink, I bent down, scooping her up in my arms. "EDWARD! Put me down! I'll hurt you."
"Shush. I wouldn't be a good husband if I didn't carry you across the threshold," I chuckled.
"Not married yet," she deadpanned.
"Minor technicality," I said as I carried her to the door. "Unlock it, love."
Bella unlocked the door, pushing it open with her foot. I gracefully stepped over the threshold, placing her on the ground. The house was warm and inviting. However, it was huge. Far too big for just the two of us. We should have invited our friends to fill the rooms. There were six of them. However, I'm glad we didn't. I'm selfish and I need alone time with my girl. "This is amazing," Bella breathed, looking around the house.
"Why don't you explore while I bring in the luggage?" I suggested. She nodded, kissing my cheek. I went outside, managing to get the luggage in one trip. Bella's suitcases were fairly light, much to my surprise. Whenever I went on vacations with my mom, Rosie or even my ex-wife, Tanya, their suitcases were filled with loads of crap. Clothes that I never saw on their bodies but were desperately needed for our vacations were included in the luggage.
Ugh!
Back inside of the mansion, I could hear Bella's gasps of how opulent the décor was and her disbelief of actually being in Oahu, on vacation with me. "Bella?"
"Upstairs! The bedroom on the left," she yelled back. "It's got a balcony!" I laughed, carrying our bags upstairs to the bedroom on the left. The ceiling was a warm teak wood with soft beige carpeting. The king-sized bed was covered in silvery-gray bedding that looked lavish and inviting. Bella had opened up the windows and the sounds of the ocean filled the room. "I can only imagine what this is going to look like once it's daylight. Probably gorgeous."
"Not as gorgeous as you," I purred, wrapping my arms around her body.
"I don't feel gorgeous right now. I feel icky. I want nothing more than to shower and then go to bed," she said.
"Want company?" I asked, kissing her neck.
"Of course. Just because I said I wanted to go to bed doesn't mean I want to sleep," she cooed. With a smirk, she sashayed to the bathroom, stripping out of her clothes and leaving a trail of her clothing. "Coming?"
"In more ways than one, baby," I barked out, following her into the bathroom.
xx APFL xx
It was early the next morning when we eventually fell asleep. Sleeping on the plane didn't help with our insomnia. We made love in the shower and again in the bedroom before curling up under the covers, just listening to the ocean waves crash on the shore. When I finally opened my eyes, it was warm and obviously sunny. I was alone in the bedroom. The smell of bacon wafted up to the bedroom and I grunted happily. I pulled on my shorts from our journey, padding down the stairs to find Bella humming happily along with her iPod which was plugged into a sound dock in the kitchen. She was wearing one of my t-shirts and nothing else that I could see.
"Morning," I croaked out, my voice sounding much deeper than usual.
"Morning, baby," she said, turning around. "You want some coffee?"
"Yes, please," I replied, giving her a crooked smirk. She put a cup in front of me along with some cream and sugar. I made it to my preference, sipping the warm and strong cup of coffee. "Wow, this is delicious."
"I know. It's some special blend that I found in the pantry," she said, putting the bag in front of me.
"Shit, we'll have to buy a ton of that. This is the best cup of coffee I'd ever had," I said, taking another sip. "What do you want to do today?"
"Not much. Hang out by the pool," she suggested. "It's nearly noon now. Falling asleep at four in the morning kind off screwed up our sleep schedules."
"No, sleeping on the plane did that," I snorted. "And the pool sounds perfect. Nice relaxing day. We can plan what we want to do while we're here."
"I don't care what we do as long as we come back with some sort of tan," Bella laughed. "It's sad that we're both as white as we are." She held up her porcelain arm, wrinkling her nose slightly.
"Our schedules don't really lend themselves for sunbathing," I deadpanned. "Besides, I don't tan. I burn. The joys of being a ginger." I ran my hand through my hair, groaning quietly.
"You have sun block?" Bella asked, giving me a chiding look.
"Yes, dear," I laughed. Bella snorted, putting a plate in front of me. She sat down next to me, nibbling on some fruit and some scrambled eggs. "Is that all you're eating?"
"I'm not that hungry," she shrugged. I put a piece of bacon on her plate. She rolled her eyes, nibbling on it. "Are you concerned I'm getting too thin?"
"You're perfect," I admonished, kissing her lips.
"Hardly," she said, elbowing me in the ribs. We ate our breakfast in silence, save for the music playing. Bella finished up before me, walking to the sink to do the dishes.
"I'm got 'em, sweet girl. You cooked; I clean. Go put on your bathing suit," I suggested. She nodded, kissing me sweetly before going upstairs. I quickly did the dishes, loading them in the dishwasher and having another cup of coffee. Damn good shit! I also pulled out my laptop, plugging it in and loading it up. Bella came back downstairs wearing a black tankini and a matching wrap. On her head, tangled into her ponytail, were a pair of large sunglasses.
"You better not be working, Dr. Sexward," she teased lightly.
"I'm not. Just loading it up and getting onto the wireless so we can find stuff to do while we're here."
"I'll get on the internet. You change into some swim trunks," she laughed, pushing me away from the computer. I nodded and jogged up the stairs.
In our room, my phone was ringing from the nightstand. I checked the caller ID, noticing it was the hospital. What did they want? Don't they know I'm on vacation? Incommunicado? "Dr. Cullen," I barked into the phone.
"Dr. Cullen, it's Dr. Vanderwulf," came the timid voice of one of the newest attending physicians.
"Yes, Dr. Vanderwulf?"
"Um, we're really short-staffed in the ER. Can you come in?" she asked.
"Sorry, Dr. Vanderwulf, I can't," I said.
"Why? Dr. Yorkie and I are the only attendings on the board and the residents are just awful!"
"I'm about a nine and half hour plane ride away from Chicago. I'm on vacation. In Oahu," I said tersely. "It should be on the schedule that I'm unavailable until August 20th. If you're as swamped as you say you are, contact Dr. McGovern. He's in charge in my absence."
"I'm so sorry, Dr. Cullen. I didn't realize that you were on vacation," she stammered. "I'll call Dr. McGovern. I'm sorry. Please don't fire me."
"Relax, Kendra. You're not fired. Just don't bother me again until August 20th. I'll see you then," I said dryly.
"Bye, sir," she muttered. She clicked off the phone. I felt badly for her but if I didn't get my vacation, I was seriously going to go batshit crazy. Shaking it off, I changed into my blue board shorts and a blue top, slipping on a pair of flip flops. The last thing I did was put in my contact lenses and grabbed a pair of sunglasses before heading downstairs. Bella was typing furiously on the computer.
"You better not be working, sweet girl," I quipped, teasing her the same way she teased me.
"Nope. Just searching for goodies to do while we're here. How do you feel about a sunset cruise tomorrow?"
"Sounds delightfully romantic," I smiled, nuzzling her soft skin of her neck. I reached into my bag and took out the black credit card with her name on it. "Order it, love." Yes, I had planned that. I wanted her to know that I was willing to share everything with her.
"Edward, why are you handing me a credit card with my name on it?" she asked.
"Because I added you to my credit card account as an authorized user," I smiled, pressing my lips to hers. "What's mine is yours, sweet girl." Her lips were smashed in a grim line. "Oh, don't be like that. Please?"
"We're not married yet," she whispered, staring at my collarbone.
"So? Bella, you're it for me. Now, are you going to use your new credit card to purchase the cruise or am I going to use mine?" I asked.
"Give it here," she said. Using her cell phone, she activated it and ordered us two tickets to the sunset cruise off the coast of Oahu. "I'm only using this in emergencies, Edward Anthony."
"Last I heard, sunset cruises aren't an emergency," I teased.
Bella smacked me. "I did that under duress," she chided, rolling her eyes.
"Use it whenever you want, Bella. Okay?" She huffed indignantly. "Especially while we're here, please?" I put my head on her shoulder, jutting out my lip adorably.
"You really do spoil me, Edward," she chided. Her voice sounded teasing but she looked affronted by the mere idea that I added her to my credit card. "Now, let's get each other lubed up to spend the day by the pool."
"Hold up," I said, capturing her by the waist. She slumped against me. "Are you mad at me?"
"No," she muttered.
"Bella," I sighed, turning her around and looking into her eyes. She looked away quickly, staring at some fresh tropical flowers on the cocktail table. "You are mad."
"Not so much as 'mad' as I am embarrassed?" she said, wrinkling her nose.
"Why are you embarrassed?"
"It's your money, Edward," she said forcefully. "I shouldn't be able to spend it at will. Yes, I know that when we get married, 'what's yours is mine' and all that jazz. But we're not married, yet! I feel guilty, Edward. I feel like I'm mooching." I gave her a hard look. "I know that you don't feel like I am but it's hard for me to stop feeling like that I am. I'm not used to be cared for."
"Well, get used to it, Bella. I'm going to do it forever," I said, taking her heart-shaped face in my hands. There was trepidation behind her brown orbs but she nodded her assent. She was slowly becoming used to my generous nature. I had a shit-ton of money in the bank. It was at our disposal. My girl had a rough beginning. I want to make her present and future as comfortable as possible.
xx APFL xx
"Bella, what is the attire for the cruise?" I asked, staring at the closet. I had dress pants and shorts held in my hands.
"Casually dressy," she replied from the bathroom. "I'm wearing a dress since I got so sun burnt yesterday."
"Me too," I grumbled. My back was bright pink. I had fallen asleep on my stomach, neglecting to put on sunscreen after I jumped in the pool. Clothes rubbed me the wrong way. If I had my way, I'd go to this sunset cruise shirtless. Unfortunately, that shit ain't happening. Sigh. I picked out a polo shirt and put my shorts back into the closet, opting for the gray khaki pants. "Can you put the aloe on my back?"
"Give me a second, baby," she called out. I pulled on my pants and picked up the aloe lotion from the nightstand. While she was finishing up in the bathroom, I put on some socks, shoes and my watch. "Turn around, Edward."
I stood up, facing the Pacific Ocean. The calm ocean breeze filtered through our bedroom. Bella's hair was pulled into a low ponytail with soft curls framing her face. The tendrils fluttered around her pink skin. I looked at her over my shoulder while she put some lotion on her hands. She was so beautiful. I told her as such.
"Right, Edward," she deadpanned. "I'm bright pink. I'm absolutely gorgeous."
"What? You are." Bella chuckled, rubbing the lotion into my burning skin. "Bella, why don't you believe me?"
"Eh, I'm feeling self-conscious today. I'm not comfortable in the dress I'm wearing because my arms are on display for all to see. They can see my wings flap. I'd wear a sweater but I don't have anything that matches," she said sadly, moving her hands down my arms. She huffed out a breath, threading her fingers in my belt loops of my pants. Her cheek was pressed between my shoulder blades.
"Come here, sweet girl," I said as I dragged her to the mirror on the closet door. I stood behind her, brushing her hair away from her shoulders. "What do you see when you look in the mirror? I know we did this when we first met, but do you see a difference?"
"Sort of?" She bit her lip, twisting her hands nervously. I arched a brow at her in the mirror. "Yeah, I see a difference."
"Tell me."
"My hair's longer," she said.
"That's so not what I'm talking about, Isabella," I said, rubbing my hands along her arms. "Yes, your hair is longer. So is mine. Back to my question…do you see a difference? Physically? Feel a difference, emotionally?"
"See a difference, yeah," she began quietly. "I've lost thirty-five pounds since January. I'm wearing regular, missy sizes." Her face quirked up into a shy but proud grin.
"Specifically, Bella. What's your favorite feature of your new body?" I pressed, idly running my fingers up and down her forearms.
"My collarbone," she said, running her fingers along her delicate neck. "My ankles, too. Do you have a favorite part?"
"All of it," I said sincerely. "From your alluring blush to your breasts to your shy smile to your warm heart…" She blushed deeply, trying to hide behind her hair, which was difficult since her hair was pulled back in a ponytail. "What do you feel the most pride in with your new body?" I asked, staring her in the eyes through the mirror.
"How much you want me," she answered, capturing my gaze. "You always made me feel beautiful before, but now? I actually feel somewhat worthy of your praise and to be next to you. You're so beautiful, too, Edward."
I blushed, smiling crookedly at my sweet girl. "Thank you," I whispered, kissing her neck. It wouldn't be prudent to say I wasn't beautiful if I was trying to convince my gorgeous soul mate that she was as beautiful, if not more so, than me. "Now, the purpose of this is to not look at the reflection in the mirror and see the flaws."
"It's hard to do that, Edward," she said. "Even though I see the new me, I still feel like that coward of a girl who let everyone walk all over me. I still see the fat ass with cellulite and rolls."
"When I look in the mirror, I sometimes see the geeky teenager with bad acne and braces," I said. "But we've changed, Bella. We've improved as we've gotten older, sweet girl. Are we perfect? Nope, but we need to accept and cherish our flaws. It's what makes us special. Do you understand?"
"In theory," she said, biting her fingernails. "Let me process it and I'll get back to you?"
"Journal it?" I asked, kissing her temple. She nodded, leaning against my chest. "But, not now. We've got to be at the marina in forty-five minutes."
"Right," she giggled. "I'll do it when we get back from the cruise or tomorrow morning." She wriggled away from me. "I'm going to finish putting on my makeup and then we can go?"
"Yes, sweet girl," I replied. She walked back to the bathroom. I put on my buttery yellow polo shirt and sprayed on some cologne. I picked up my wallet, cell phone and camera from the nightstand, walking down to the main level of the house. In the desk were two sets of car keys; one set was for a convertible orange Dodge Challenger and the other set was for a silver Mercedes SUV. After a quick check of the weather, I picked up the convertible keys, backing it out of the garage and dropping the top. "Nice," I smirked.
Bella came out, locking the door to the rental. She held a jean jacket in her hands and a purse that matched her dress. "Oooh! Yay! You're driving the convertible. I was hoping you'd want to," she said excitedly.
"It's a gorgeous night. Why wouldn't I?" I asked, opening the door for her. She thanked me as she slid into the black leather interior of the car. I jogged to the other side, backing out of the driveway. Using my cell phone for directions, we drove the short distance to the marina where the boat was docked. It was a smaller boat for about fifty people plus the wait staff. It was pretty similar to the Odyssey in Chicago but only one level as opposed to three. Part of the deck was outdoors with the rest of it was inside with a buffet, tables, bar and a band playing various covers and Hawaiian favorites.
We were seated next to a window and chatted quietly as the boat pulled away from the slip. Drinks were ordered and we got some food from the buffet. Bella was quiet while she watched the island as we floated past the lush greenery that was bathed in the warm light of the tropical sunset. "I can't believe how beautiful it is here," she breathed. I opened my mouth ready to say something cheesy. "Don't ruin it with one of your sappy one-liners." Bella laughed lightly, threading her fingers with mine. "I'm pretty but this is heaven on earth."
"It is gorgeous," I agreed, looking out the window. "Do you want to go outside? Get some pictures before it gets too dark?"
"Yeah," she replied. We walked out onto the deck. I snapped a few pictures of Bella before she swiped the camera from my hands. She took some pictures of me before turning to the sunset. It was truly breathtaking.
"Would you like me to take a picture of the two of you?" asked an older gentlemen who was on the deck with his wife.
"Can you?" Bella replied, smiling widely at the man. He nodded, taking the camera from Bella's hand.
"Get close," he smiled.
I wrapped my arm around Bella's waist, leaning my cheek against her head. Bella snuggled close to me, pressing her body up against mine.
"Oh, George, they're so adorable," the woman cooed as George took our pictures.
"Yes, you are," George said, handing back the camera to Bella. "There is much love around you. Don't lose it."
"Never," Bella said. "I love him very much. I'm so lucky to love my best friend."
"Fifty years I've been with this one," the woman said, linking her arms with her husband. "It's been wonderful."
"Fifty years of being on my honeymoon," George crooned. He kissed her forehead. "I love you so much, Elaine."
"Now, who's being adorable?" Bella giggled.
"We try," Elaine smirked. "Are you on your honeymoon?"
Bella shot me a look. "No, not yet," I said. "Just a vacation but soon, we will be on our honeymoon."
"Don't wait too long," George winked. "Oh! One more picture! The sun is just right!" I gathered Bella in my arms, holding her to my body as George snapped several more photos of the two of us. "Perfect! Good luck," he smiled.
"Thank you for taking the photos," Bella said appreciatively. George nodded, handing the camera back to me and scuttled off behind his wife. As they walked away, their fingers twined together. She leaned against him and George kissed her temple before they walked into the boat. Bella sat down on the bench and began looking at the photos that were taken. "Oh, wow! It's so pretty! Edward, come look."
I sat down next to her. The couple on the tiny screen of the camera was obviously very much in love and happy. The aura of joy surrounded us and it was amazing to see. "I love this one," I murmured, pointing to a picture where Bella and I were kissing. The sun was just behind us, giving us an ethereal glow. The sky was pink, orange, purple and a deep blue.
"We're so printing this one when we get back from vacation," Bella smiled, starring it as a favorite on the digital camera. She put the camera into her purse, snuggling against me. We watched as the sun dipped further until it fell below the horizon. The sky changed from a warm pink to a deep purple until it was black with stars twinkling in the distance. Idly, I ran my finger along her arm. "God, you're driving me mad with the soft touch of my arm, Edward."
"A good mad or a bad mad?" I asked, continuing my slow, languorous trail along her velvety soft skin.
"I-want-to-jump-your-bones mad," she quipped.
"You are wearing a dress," I purred, nuzzling her hair with my nose. She smelled so good. In addition to her normal strawberry scent, a bit of plumeria and tropical fruits were mixed in. It was inviting and so tantalizing. My body reacted to her scent; the stirrings in my pants were a clear indication of what I wanted to do. The other guests on the boat be damned. I wanted her. Right fucking now.
"What is up with you and public sex?" Bella laughed, moving away from me. "First the mile-high club and now having sex while fifty people are no more than ten feet away."
"What? I'm a guy," I snorted, shrugging lamely. "I want you."
"You'll have me, Edward," she said, twining her fingers into the hair at the nape of my neck. "Back at the house."
"I have to wait that long?"
"Yes, baby," she giggled. "I don't really want to be arrested for public indecency and lewd and lascivious behavior. I'd like to enjoy my vacation."
"Promise we can make love when we get back?" I pouted.
"God, yes! Like I said before, you were driving me mad with the arm thing," she said, leaning forward and kissing my lips. "Besides, it looks like we're almost back to the dock. We won't have to wait long."
I did a fist pump, deepening our kiss as we pulled into the marina. Tonight, I'd be making love to my girl. Yes!
xx APFL xx
We made love well into the early morning once we got back from the sunset cruise. We barely made it inside of the house before our clothes were torn from our bodies. We made love on the couch just inside the front door. I went down on her on the stairs, getting doused with her release. We fucked in the shower; a first for Bella. Then, finally we made sweet love in the bed, murmuring words of devotion, slumber coming quickly after that.
The next day was pretty relaxed. We spent the day on the beach just by our rental property. For dinner, we decided to go a restaurant that looked intriguing on the computer. Yeah, it sucked. Based off the ad, we thought it was a sushi place. But, it wasn't. It was just downright awful. After I paid the bill, leaving a minimum tip, we high-tailed it out of there and went to Pizza Hut to eat some pizza. Yes, it was a chain restaurant but it was familiar and edible.
Over a large meat-lover's pizza, we discussed what we wanted to do the following day. After a heated discussion, we decided to go to Pearl Harbor visit the USS Arizona Memorial followed by the Dole Plantation. Stuffed with pizza, we drove back to the house and watched a movie before going to bed.
The next morning, I woke up early and decided to make my girl some breakfast. She'd done a majority of the cooking while we were here. It was my turn. I'm not a cook like Bella, but I can definitely make some scrambled eggs and sausages. While the meat was cooking, I cut up some fresh pineapple, watermelon, strawberries, mango and honeydew melon, putting them into a large bowl and pouring some Grand Marnier over the top along with some sugar as well. I was done with the fruit salad and turned to cook the eggs. Miraculously, I dished up two heaping plates of cheesy scrambled eggs, sausages and fresh fruit salad. I put the meal on a tray and carried it up to our bedroom.
Bella lay tangled in our sheets. Her naked back was on display with just the top of her ass poking out from the covers, taunting me with her curves. I wanted desperately to put the tray down, pull her hips up and sink my hardening cock between her thighs. Breakfast, you bag of douche. Stop thinking with your pecker.
Placing the tray on the chaise at the foot of the bed, I crawled into bed with my girl. My hands glided up her skin, brushing her long brown hair away from her face. "Wake up, my love," I purred, kissing her ear.
"Hmmmm," she grunted, turning her head away from me. She shifted enough to where the sheet fell away from her luscious ass. I bit my lip. My hands moved down her naked body, massaging her bare ass. My fingertips grazed over her lower lips and she was wet. No…leave your hot girlfriend alone. She needs breakfast, cuddle, national memorial and some pokey fruit. No nookie, Cullen. "Just a few more minutes. You wore me out, Dr. Sexward."
I chuckled. "I'm a little tired, too, sweet girl. But I come bearing presents," I said, kissing her shoulder.
She turned back toward me, cracking open one eye. Her face was wrinkled adorably. "What are you talking about?"
"I made you breakfast, Bella," I said, hopping out of bed. She slowly sat up, picking up my dress shirt from the night previous. She wrapped it around her body, buttoning it at the bust. She looked so delightfully sexy in my shirt with mussed hair and pouty pink lips. Her cheeks were marred slightly with the impression of the pillows. Her brows were pulled together in confusion. "What's wrong?"
"You cooked?"
"Yes, Bella," I deadpanned, placing the tray over her legs. "I'm not completely hopeless in the kitchen."
"I know," she giggled when she saw the array of goodies on the tray. "Wow! This looks really good, baby."
"Better than the pizza last night?" I quipped.
"That was comfort food to erase the memory of the gray poi shit that they tried to masquerade as food at the shitty restaurant," Bella blanched. With a smile, she picked up the fork and dug into the breakfast in front of her. She hummed appreciatively. "Much better than the dinner and pizza last night, Edward. Thank you."
"Good. I'm glad you like it," I said as I nibbled on some of the drunken fruit salad. We ate breakfast, enjoying the quiet and watching as the tide crashed along the beach. Maybe I can put in for a transfer to Oahu…this is so nice. Bella moaned when she tried the drunken fruit salad. The wanton sound went straight to my dick.
"Shit, this is so good, Edward," she breathed, popping in a piece of watermelon. "Is there liquor on here?"
"Not a lot," I said in a strained tone. Her sexy tone of her voice was driving me insane with want.
"You okay, baby?" she asked, running her hand along my forehead. "You're flushed and sweaty."
I licked my lips and picked up the tray, putting it on the chaise. I hadn't responded to Bella. Nothing was wrong with me, per se. It was a desperate need for her. I knew my eyes were dilated. I could feel my arousal underneath my shorts. Turning slowly, I crawled up the bed, pinning her to the mattress. "I think I know the problem you're experiencing," she breathed.
"What's that?" I purred, pulling the sheets from her body and displaying her now tanned legs. Wedging my thigh between her legs, I settled against her wet warmth.
"Arousal," she cooed back at me, moving her soft hands up my arms until they reached my hair.
"What are the symptoms, Nurse Swan?" I asked, leaning down to kiss her neck. She moaned when my lips came in contact with her sensitive flesh beneath her ear.
"Uhhh," she stammered.
I chuckled sexily, moving my lips to her collarbone, nipping at her fragrant skin. My hands were moving along her body until I reached the buttons of the shirt. "Symptoms?"
"Fuck the symptoms! I need the cure," she pleaded. "Please!?"
"I can't give you the cure if I don't know all of the symptoms," I said, suckling on her earlobe.
Bella pushed on my shoulder and rolled us so she was perched on my lap. She twined her fingers with mine, giving me a sexy, seductive grin. Her body was rolling over my erection. "Fine…symptoms include excessive blushing, increased breathing, pupil dilation, and increased blood flow to erogenous zones. Knowing the symptoms, what do you prescribe?"
I sat up and slowly unbuttoned Bella's shirt. "My prescription is very simple. A lot of kissing."
"Where?" she asked, giving me a crooked smirk.
"First, I'd start with the lips," I replied, cupping her neck to bring her mouth to mine. Her lips molded against me and I could taste the fruit on her mouth along with the salt from the scrambled eggs. I turned my head, deepening the kiss and sliding my tongue between her lips. Pulling back, I spread Bella's unbuttoned shirt. "Next, I'd kiss down your neck and reach your breasts, lavishing your nipples with my tongue."
"Fuck," she bit out.
"Soon, baby," I said as I ran my mouth down her soft neck. My right hand palmed her breast, rolling her nipple slowly between my thumb and index finger. She leaned back and gave me room to latch onto her left breast with my mouth. Flicking her pert nipple with my tongue and massaging her other breast my hand, Bella rocked against my body. Her arousal was pouring out of her and was probably leaving a damp mark on my shorts. I didn't care. It was her way of marking me.
I switched breasts and gave it the same attention. Bella's head fell back along with the shirt. It slid from her shoulders and she was now naked in front of me. So beautiful. Seeing her this turned on made me rock hard. I wanted to rip my shorts from my body and slide into her warm, wet walls. But, no. I had to finish administering my full prescription. Releasing her nipple, I flipped us so Bella was on her back. She squealed. "Next place I'd kiss is…" I paused.
"Edward," she moaned.
I gave her a smile before picking up her leg. "Here," I finished, kissing the instep of her foot. She laughed, trying to squirm away. Bella had very ticklish feet. I didn't stay there long before I kissed up her leg. She had relaxed when I moved to the other foot, earning another round of squeals and squirms. My tongue ran along her legs until I reached the tops of her thighs.
"Please? Edward, I'm…I so need you," she begged, gripping the sheets. "Kiss me!"
I looked up at her, pressing soft, angelic kisses along her body. Spreading her legs, I kissed her sex like I would her mouth. My tongue delved into the sweet warmth of her pussy, relishing in its tangy, earthy flavor. Bella let out a loud scream once my tongue came in contact with her overheated flesh. I could feel her muscles quiver around me as I fucked her pussy with my tongue. Her body was shifting uncontrollably as she got closer to orgasm. Her arousal was pouring out of her. It wasn't until I moved my tongue to her clit and slid two fingers into her entrance that she shattered underneath me. I kept pumping my hand, curling my fingers inside of her body while she came down from her high.
I crawled up her body and hovered over her. Using her feet, she pushed my shorts over my hips. I kicked them off all of the way. Bella's legs were wrapped around my waist, dragging me towards her body. "Make me yours, Edward," she whispered. "Finishing administering your prescription. I'm nearly cured."
"Hmmm, me too," I said as I slid inside of her. "Prescription fully administered. Pleasure is all that remains, sweet girl."
"Yessss," she hissed, bucking against me. Our hands twined together and our primal dance was all-encompassing. Our eyes were locked. My body was rolling in and out of her; my cock glistening with her arousal. Our bodies were slick with sweat but it felt so good. We were making love. We were coming together in the most intimate of ways. "Edward, you feel so good. Harder, baby."
I leaned down to kiss her before hooking her legs over my arms. My body was moving faster and harder inside of her. She met me thrust for thrust. All too soon, we both were screaming and coming undone. I spilled inside of her body, falling on top of her body, sweaty, spent and completely satisfied. I rolled off her and she curled up on my chest, idly toying with my tattoo along my ribs. "I don't want to move," she giggled.
"Me neither," I said, running my hand up and down her back
"But, we're in this beautiful location. We should explore it," she said, looking up at me. "As much as I love making to you, there's more to life than fucking."
"Says who?" I snorted.
"Me," she answered. "Come one, baby. I really want to see the Pearl Harbor memorial and visit the Dole Plantation. We can make love again when we get home."
"Can we at least shower together?"
"Of course, Edward," she said. We got up and took a very innocent shower. I wanted more but Bella gave me the stink eye. After our shower, Bella took the tray downstairs and did the dishes from our breakfast in bed. An hour after the shower, we were in the car driving to the Pearl Harbor Memorial. We had arranged for a tour of the USS Missouri Battleship, the USS Arizona Memorial, the USS Bowfin Submarine and other various attractions at Pearl Harbor. After that, we were going to go to the Dole Plantation for some late lunch and then a tour of the plantation.
Parking in the newly renovated parking garages, we walked up to the ticket booth. I wrinkled my nose. "There's a wait, love."
"No, there isn't," she said as she pulled out a printout from her pocket. She had left her purse in the car. "I preordered tickets."
"You used your new credit card?" I asked.
"Yep. I ordered them just after we got back from the sunset cruise," she explained, putting the printout in front of the ticket agent. We were scanned in and began our tour of Pearl Harbor. We started with the USS Arizona Memorial. It was very somber. Despite the huge crowds, you could hear a pin drop. Bella was snapping photos with our camera. Tears were in her eyes while we wandered through the memorial.
"You okay, sweet girl?"
"Just so many people died here, Edward," she murmured. "Needlessly, really. I shouldn't be this emotional over something that happened over seventy years ago, but just knowing that it happened…" A lone tear fell down her cheek. "God, I could never go to the 9-11 Memorial in New York. I'd be a sobbing mess."
"Every generation has a moment where they know where they were when something big happened," I said, twining my fingers with hers. "For my grandparents, it was Pearl Harbor. For my parents, it was Kennedy being shot. For us, unfortunately, it was 9-11."
"What were you doing?" Bella asked.
"I was in class: med school at Johns Hopkins. A TA came running in, whispering something in the teacher's ear. He turned on the television and we sat there, watching CNN for the rest of the day. No learning happened. Hell, even a few people dropped out to help out in New York. We had a few highly trained EMTs and paramedics in our class. They left in a heartbeat."
"Did they cancel classes?"
"For a week," I answered. "Things resumed after that but there was definitely a sense of urgency behind our education now. What about you? Where were you?"
"Working at the nursing home," Bella replied. "One of my patients was watching television when it happened. Ironically enough, he was a World War II veteran and he sobbed for the people in the Twin Towers. I stayed with him all day, crying with him as the towers went down."
We stood quietly, contemplating where we were, the past, the present, the future…all very heady and heavy thoughts in a tropical paradise in the middle of the Pacific. Still quiet, we finished wandering the USS Arizona Memorial and went to the USS Missouri Battleship. The sheer size of the guns was shocking. The rest of the time at the Pearl Harbor Memorial was spent at the aviation museum and the submarine.
Around two, we drove to the Dole Plantation. We started with getting some lunch. The drive took longer than anticipated and it was a bit after three when we arrived. Our lunch was delicious and different. Who knew that you could prepare pineapples in so many different ways? My personal favorite was the pineapple ice cream sundae, though. Sharing that with my girl was delicious and delightfully fun. Not to mention sticky. But, it was all in good fun.
After the tour of the plantation, we walked in the world's largest maze. Bella's melodic laughter filled the tall bushes that made the maze. To see her so carefree and happy, made my heart burst with love for her. "Come on, slow poke!" she called. "Stop staring and help me solve this thing!"
"Maybe I want to get lost in the maze…live out my dreams of public fornication?" I snorted.
"Edward, no. Just no," she laughed, walking back to me. Her fingers threaded with mine and she smiled at me. "We're not fucking in a large maze in the shape of a pineapple. Besides, do you not hear the children surrounding us? You'd scar a poor child for life." She wrapped her arms around my neck, kissing me softly. "I love you, Edward."
"I love you, too. Though, I'm surprised you return my affections. Being in this tropical climate has turned me into a sexual deviant," I chuckled, my face flaming.
"Hmmm, perhaps it's affected me, too," she said, nipping at my lips. "I promise you that before we leave, we will have sex…"
"Bella, we have sex, make love," I choked out, "quite often."
"You didn't let me finish," she purred, playing with my hair. I arched a brow at her. "As I was saying, we will have sex in public, just to satisfy your sexual deviant tendencies."
Game. On.
A/N: Ahhhh, my pervy doctor. He's so obsessed with public fornication in this chappie. There will be public sex in the next chapter (not too public. These two would not do well in the slammer). Anyhow, lots of pictures for the chapter on my blog (link in my profile). Find me on Facebook, too: Tufano79's Twilight Fanfiction Appreciation or on Twitter: tufano79.
Next installment, we're going to finish up our trip to Hawaii and have some more sexy times. Then, we're going to head back to Chicago. We'll have Rose's trial and the elusive it that the story is building toward. (As promised, it's not going to be a breakup…)
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