I know how you all dislike Rosalie, but she's not that bad. She takes a little to warm up to Edward's new girlfriend.

Special thank you to Gabby for catching all my silly mistakes and reminding me that details matter.

Edward wouldn't have believed if someone told him he'd have fun at his sister's wedding. For the longest time, he'd tried to find some feeble excuse to not be present, but he had been in a dark place back then.

Now, as he spun his sister on the dance floor, while watching his reason to smile again dancing a few feet away with Emmett, he realized he'd have regretted not being there for Rosalie.

"If I didn't know the story behind your date, I'd say you called the escort agency," Rose said sourly.

"Would you try to give Bella a chance? I explained to you – it's not her fault we had…a hiccup."

Rose rolled her eyes. "I understand that part, Edward. But look at her!" She scowled, looking in Bella's direction. "She's clearly not your type. And by the look in your eyes, you're falling for her. She's going to break your heart."

"Is that what worries you?" he asked, amused. "Trust me, Bella is everything I need."

Rose scoffed. "Clearly not your type."

They both stared as Bella stumbled over her feet, but thankfully Emmett caught her, then they started laughing loudly. Several party-goers stopped to stare.

"Have you lost reason, baby brother? Just look at her!"

"I am." Edward had reached his limit of listening to his sister insulting his girlfriend. He danced them across the floor to Bella and Emmett. Edward immediately dropped his sister's hand, taking Bella away from Emmett. "Don't you two have bride and groom duties?"

Rose shot Bella a venomous look, before smiling at her husband. "Time to make rounds between the guests, baby."

Edward was grateful for the slow song playing, as he hugged Bella's body close. "Are you having fun?"

"Surprisingly, yes."

"That's good." He pressed his forehead against hers. "Think it's too soon to leave?"

Bella giggled, her cheeks turning pink. "Don't you want to wait for the cake?"

"No." Edward trailed his fingers down the column of her neck, kissing that spot behind her ear. "I have so many plans for you."

She shuddered in his arms. "Would I get in trouble if I persuade you to stay for cake?"

"Of course not," he answered seriously. "I keep forgetting it's your first wedding."

"Mind if I cut in?" His father stopped at their side, his eyes twinkling.

Edward caught Bella's eyes, and he noticed how uneasy she was. "Actually, we were just taking a break." Edward led Bella away from the dance floor through the patio doors. The confetti thrown earlier was sticking to the concrete and the white benches.

He had to admit, the wedding had been exactly like in those fairy tales Rosalie used to love as a child. Emmett was everything she'd needed in her life, and Edward was sure, Emmett would take care of his sister. Edward just wished Rose would see that he'd found happiness, too. Even though Bella was nothing like the girls he used to claim as his, she was everything he wanted at the moment, and the foreseeable future.

They walked toward the beach, and Bella took her pumps off, hissing when her feet touched the sand.

"Still want to stay for cake?" he joked.

"You drive a hard bargain," she mumbled. "You sister doesn't like me."

"Give her some time. She doesn't even know you, for fuck's sake."

"I made Emmett promise me not to fight with her, trying to make her like me."

That sounded like an unselfish, Bella-thing, Edward had come to associate with her. He watched as Bella wandered toward the shore, water lapping at her ankles as she walked into the ocean.

"What are you doing?" he demanded, approaching as close as possible without ruining his shoes.

"You should try it, too. The water is so warm. It's soothing." She smiled over her shoulder.

Edward was mesmerized by her beauty, as she stood where the ocean met the sand, her hair had escaped the elegant twist, and her eyes were alight with life. Edward had never stopped to enjoy some simple joys as the ocean touching his bare feet.

He toed off his shoes, rolling his pant legs to his knees, before joining her. She took his hand, grinning.

He had to admit, this was the most romantic thing he'd done in his life. He wrapped his arms loosely around her waist, dipping his head to kiss her. Bella gasped into his mouth, as her fingers knotted into his hair.

Wrapped up in one another, neither of them realized a harsh wave slapped their legs. Bella squeaked, jumping back. The skirt of her dress was sprayed in salty water, weighting her down and making her lose balance. Before Edward could catch her, she slipped on the soft sand, landing flat on her back with a loud splash in the ocean.

Edward leaned to help her up, when she started laughing. "Silly girl."

"I guess staying for cake is out of question now."

"Clearly." He helped her out of the ocean, wrapping his suit jacket over her wet clothes. Edward pulled her bottom lip from underneath her teeth with his thumb, kissing her softly. "If we hurry, no one will notice us leaving," he said, as he walked her back toward the patio.

"Isn't there some other way to the front of the resort?"

"Unless you want to walk around the whole building…" He lifted a brow. "Come on."

Bella hugged her shoes to her chest, his jacket so big for her, it was impossible to say if she wore anything underneath. Her wet hair dripped all over the place, and their bare feet left sand trails in their wake.

"Goodness! What happened to you?"

Edward stiffened. Of course, they couldn't make a hasty exist. His mother approached them when they were halfway through the ballroom.

Bella squirmed, blushing horribly. Edward kept his arm firmly around her waist, holding her close.

"Nothing to worry about," he answered. "I better take Bella home before she catches a cold."

His mom didn't look convinced.

"I just stumbled," Bella explained in a small voice. "I'm okay."

"Please, let Rose know we're sorry to leave so soon. I'll see her when they return from the honeymoon," Edward said.

"Of course, honey! I hope you're bringing Bella to the family dinner next week." His mom didn't leave him room for argument, even though it was too soon for Bella to become part of the family. Though, he'd thrown her at the wolves with the wedding.

"Sure." He kissed his mother's cheek, before ushering Bella to the front doors and to the car.

Felix was leaning against the hood, as if expecting them. "Thought that was you I saw falling in the ocean."

"Oh, God," Bella moaned, ducking inside the car.

"Another word and I'm keeping from your paycheck," Edward threatened.

Felix shot him a surprised look. "Aye, boss!"

Edward followed Bella into the backseat, closing the door. "Are you cold?" he checked, rubbing a hand over her arm.

"Not yet."

"You'll have a hot shower when we get home."

"Did I ruin the night?" she asked, watching him through her lashes.

"Your impromptu dip in the ocean hasn't deterred me from my plan for the night."

She rested her head on his shoulder. "Let me know when I should switch roles."

Edward groaned. "This is not something you can turn on and off. It will always be part of our relationship. In time, you'll learn when I want it, and when I just want us."

Bella smiled against his neck. "I just don't want to mess up. I know this means a lot for you."

Edward kissed her cheek, resting his lips against her skin. "You mean more to me than my lifestyle."

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At home, Bella got impossibly clumsier due to her nerves. If it weren't for Edward holding her hand, as she got out of the car, she'd have fallen over.

Edward wasn't ready to risk her precarious equilibrium, so he picked her up, hoisting her over his shoulder.

"Hey! Put me down!" she cried out.

"Nope! Night, Felix!" he called over his shoulder.

"Good night, sir," Felix answered in an amused voice.

Edward walked through the house toward his room with Bella hanging over his shoulder, grumbling about not being a child.

Inside his room, he lowered her on to her feet by the bed. He wanted to be the one to peel the dress off her, so he unzipped it slowly. Bella gasped when the dress pooled at her feet.

"Go, take a warm shower." Edward pulled a cushion out from under the chest of drawers. He positioned it at the foot of the bed. It was one of those nondescript brown cushions, made of soft, ribbed material. Bella had to be comfy during her time spent on it. "I want you kneeling here. You have fifteen minutes."

Bella blinked, staring at him dazed.

Edward stared back into her chocolate pools, daring her to object somehow.

"Yes, Sir," she whispered, all but running into the bathroom.

Edward went back to the car to retrieve his suit jacket, and found Felix still outside, enjoying a smoke. Felix shot him a curious look when he saw Edward going to the car.

"Going somewhere?" Felix asked, not moving from where he stood, staring up at the starry night.

"I forgot my phone." Edward returned to Felix's side with his jacket. The curiosity was too much, because it seemed that everyone around him couldn't see him with Bella; while Edward couldn't see himself without her. "Tell me something, Felix."

Felix glanced his way, lifting a brow. "I thought my job wasn't to speak." There was a smirk playing on his lips.

"Do you see this thing with Bella working for me?"

"Do you have doubts? You both look pretty smitten."

Edward was aware of how deep his feelings ran for her, but Bella had yet to let him know how she felt. And introducing her to his lifestyle could put an end to what they might be, before they really tried.

"You have nothing to worry about, sir. It took months to see you this happy with Ms. Weber when you started dating," Felix said quietly, gauging Edward's reaction when he mentioned Angela.

"So you don't think she's different from the girls I usually…"

"I think that's what makes it special. You're total opposites." Felix smiled widely. "Don't worry. Ms. Swan is not going anywhere."

"Thanks, Felix. I needed to hear that."

Edward returned to his bedroom. The water was still running in the bathroom, and he wondered what Bella was thinking in that moment. She had to be nervous about what his plans for the evening were.

For a first, Edward had no specific plan.

As he undressed down to his boxers, he tried to decide what scene he could do without scaring Bella. Even though he'd told her about introducing her to new toys and expecting Yellow often, that wasn't the route he planned on going that night.

Sensory play would be the safest approach. Bella had enjoyed their time on his birthday.

Edward pulled out of the first drawer the silk blindfold Bella had given him as a present, and then he opened the bottom drawer. After a minute of contemplating the best choice, Edward closed the drawer, opening the second one and choosing a G-spot vibrator.

He placed the chosen objects on top of the dresser, leaning against it. Edward wasn't sure how much time had passed since he'd told Bella fifteen minutes, but she was pushing her luck with each minute ticking by.

The bathroom door opened finally, and she stepped out naked, her hair partially dry and caught in a messy bun on the top of her hair.

He hadn't told her about his preference for a ponytail during play time. It wasn't her fault for breaking one of his rules.

Bella shuffled to the cushion, dropping to her knees. She kept her hands at her sides, then she placed them on her thighs. Edward was impressed with how she knew what to do without him mentioning it.

They'd have to find their footing as they explored this side of their relationship. Edward hoped he wouldn't blow it by lashing out at her for something she had no idea about.

Edward walked to stand behind her. He untied her hair, before catching it in a ponytail. "I prefer it this way."

"Yes, Sir." Bella's voice shook slightly.

He stepped in front of her, tilting her head up. Her blown pupils met his. "Color?"

"Green."

Edward picked the blindfold, showing it to Bella. "I'm going to use this. I'll give you a moment to adjust, then you'll tell me your color again."

"Yes, Sir."

Edward was thrilled how well Bella behaved. Even though it was clear she wasn't comfortable using that term when addressing him, she did it naturally.

After depriving her of vision, Edward took a few steps back. He watched her chest rising with labored breathing. If Bella wasn't comfortable with the blindfold, she'd show it in the first minute.

Edward used to have Subs who couldn't stand being blindfolded, and he'd learned to work around that.

"Green, Sir."

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