Here I am, pry me open

What do you want to know?

I'm just a kid who grew up scared enough

To hold the door shut

And bury my innocence

But here's a map, here's a shovel

Here's my Achilles' heel

- Sleeping At Last ~ Eight

But the list goes on forever

Of all the ways I could be better

In my mind

As if I could earn God's favour given time

Or at least "congratulations"

Now I have learned my lesson

The price of this so-called perfection

Is everything

I've spent my whole life searching desperately

To find out that grace requires nothing of me

- Sleeping At Last~ One

[AN: I'm giving you guys some first-person Edward and Bella this chapter. I want you to know these versions of the characters more, so I included lines from their enneagram songs- don't by Sleeping at Last. Edward, in my mind, is a classic type one. Bella, in my story, not in canon, is a type eight.]

EPOV

She was laying in my lap. Well, her head was. But she was laying on my legs, and I was close to purring just from the contact.

Her eyes were closed. The sun beat down on her parchment lids, glittering across them like broken glass. Her skin was glorious in the sun. It made me see the truth of the beauty we held. Yes, she was dangerous, but she was also captivating. I couldn't keep my eyes off of her. Her hair was thick and long, in the grass. Soft as silk, I remember it well. I stroked her hair softly, with a reverence I would never be able to put into words. A small smile played on her face. Amber eyes flashed open to look at me.

"That feels nice."

I kissed the corner of her mouth. So lovely.

I continued stroking her hair, detangling it with my fingers as I combed through slowly.

Her eyes drooped back closed. "if I were human, that would put me to sleep."

I smiled. "you aren't often this relaxed. I like it."

She touched my cheek with her fingertip.

"I love your family Edward,"

"Our family." I interrupted.

she smiled. "Our family. But I trust you more than anyone."

I leaned down to kiss her forehead. "I wish you could trust them too."

Bella smiled at me. "I trust them, Love. Just, not as much, it's different."

I changed the subject. "your hair is so lovely, dark brown most of the time, but when it's wet it's pitch black. And in the sun it's a little red."

Bella grabbed my hand, kissing my palm.

"Oh? Are you the expert on my hair now?" She teased me.

I grinned. "I want to an expert on you. On everything about you."

Her smile softened and she stroked my cheek, hand slipping behind my ear to stroke my hair. "You are the sweetest man I've ever met." she leaned up, grabbing the back of my head in a firm grip, and kissed me. I would faint at her touch if it were possible.

She pulled on my hair, only a little, and I gasped into her mouth. That sharp little tug seemed to have gone right to my crotch.

I gripped her hand, sitting back up and gasping for air. "Not- Not until the wedding."

Her mouth twisted. "I wasn't going to try anything! I just wanted a kiss."

It's not you that I was worried about! I wanted to shout. But it wasn't her fault that she was entirely too tempting.

"I love you." I said instead, leaning back on my elbows.

Bella groaned. But she would see once we were married, it's better this way.

BPOV

I'm beginning to believe that my mate is a prude. I mean. One kiss and he gets all stoic and abstinent on me.

I pouted at him, though he couldn't see. Of course, everything must be done the right way with this one.

For Edward, there are only two ways to do things.

The right way. And the wrong way. He sees no shades of grey. He thought himself evil for killing rapists and murderers, I had thought to tell him my kill count when he had been so guilty. But with his self-disgust from three years of killing criminals, how would he take my decades of killing innocents?

My guess was not well.

In the sun his hair was fire. Wild and free. I wanted to touch it again, but apparently, that isn't allowed. I nearly growled when he removed my hand from his hair. It soothed me to stroke the mess of hair piled onto this Grecian God's head.

I crawled back towards him, moving slowly, hoping not to arouse his suspicion.

"I hear the grass moving. You're a terrible vampire you know?"

My eyebrow raised, and my lip curled.

You wanna play hard-ball, Love?

I pounced.

We went flying through the meadow. He cried out at first, hands reaching for the earth that was no longer there. Before he could blink I had him pinned, face down in the grass, growling into his ear menacingly.

I felt his hips move beneath me.

"Does this arouse you, Edward?"

"Bella, I-" he froze, realizing what I had said. "No. It doesn't."

"Oh?" I nipped at his ear and purred. "You aren't hard as stone at the thought of your mate tackling you, playing rough?"

His hips shifted again, seeking relief, and he whimpered. "No. I'm not."

I giggled into his ear, then pulled his hair, turning his head so I could look at him. He leaned into the hand pulling his hair, groaning as his eyes rolled back.

"Bella..." He said softly, breathing fast. I stood and stepped away from him.

He looked at me, shock in his eyes.

"Sorry love, just following your rules." I grinned at him.

He growled playfully, moving up into a crouch. "You'll pay for that, you little brat!"

I turned tail and ran. He was faster though.

Edward would always catch me.

The two of them played in the meadow all day, giggling and playing, enjoying the sunshine that Bella loved to bask in.

Their second month together had only brought them closer. The wedding was coming together, and the family's friends and Bellas friends were all invited.

Her dress had arrived a week ago, and she waited until she was completely alone to open the box it had arrived in from her storage container in Ohio.

It was as lovely as she remembered. A scoop-necked dress with asymmetric cap sleeves, inverting in towards her arm, a lovely floral lace, in cream tone, there was no break in the lace, the dress was to be brought over the wearers head, the waist was tapered and softly done, with an A-Line skirt that led to the lace train, done in the same Beautiful Irish crochet lace as the rest of the dress.

This was her dress. The dress she was meant to wear to marry the man she loved.

But she didn't think of that now. The sun was setting, and they were walking home, hand in hand. The wildflowers Edward had allowed Bella to weave into a crown to sit atop his head bounced with every step he took. He rather liked that. They both held an easy smile on their face.

Emmett caught sight of them first and opened his mouth to speak on the flowers Edward wore. "Pus-"

"Say it and I'll wear your testicles as earrings to the wedding." Bella didn't even look at him.

That didn't sound like a pleasant experience, so Emmett closed his mouth.

[AN: Alright! I don't own twilight, sadly. So a new chapter. What are y'all thinking? I'm loving it. We're coming up on the conflict soon, it won't be boring much longer. But I wanted them to have some time together before everything goes to shit.

Please, please, please review. That is my only motivation for writing and it makes my whole day when I get that notification. After this story I have a few more planned out- not sequels, new stories, but if love to hear which one you find yourselves drawn too. Whichever one you guys prefer will be the one I start once I'm finished with this one.

Story 1: Edward is Human. Isabella is a Vampire. Shenanigans ensue. Romance, Drama.

Story 2: Edward and his family are Vampires, Isabella is a runaway Human. Shenanigans ensue. Romance, Drama.

Story 3: All human, - except- no they aren't. (No vampires) shenanigans ensue. Horror, Romance.

Personally I'm leaning towards the first one because that's my favourite kind of story, but I intend on telling all of them.

Let me know which one you guys like the idea of most. Your opinion will count. I am new to having people care about my stories. The last time I wrote was for a dead community, so please, if you have preferences, let me know.

Theories on this chapter, on what's to come? Bets to place on whether I ever actually write the wedding or just keep pushing it back lol.

Anyway, I wanted to thank you. All of you. For reading my story. It means more to me than you know. Thank you.]