A/N: Thanks so much for all your wonderful thoughts. :)

Betad by the lovely Michelle Renker Rhodes.

Most characters belong to S. Meyer. The rest is all mine.

Part 6 – Let Me Taste Those Juicy Mangoes

We spend the next few weeks sailing from one port to another, exploring beaches and small, Caribbean towns.

In Belize, we dive deep into the Great Blue Hole - a massive sinkhole with limestone formations molding its walls as well as an array of bizarre stalactites. We spend a night in Caye Caulker and sleep on the warm, white sand beach.

In Costa Rica, we explore the island of Tortuguero and take a boat trip through rainforests and marshlands, and then through the canal to the island's national park where there are long stretches of beach and more canals. We spot crocodiles and Green Sea Turtles, monkeys and toucans. We zip line through nature and dive into wonders.

In Panama, we cross the canal into South America, going from the Atlantic to the Pacific Ocean.

We spend a night on an uncharted island in South America, with palm trees swaying gently in the breeze while the waves break against the shoreline. Edward holds me in his arms against his bare chest as we sit in front of the fire we've made on the beach, eating mangoes we've picked off of one of the bountiful trees.

"Imagine if we ended up stranded here," I smile, staring into the fire, "and we had to live out the rest of our lives all alone on this tiny little island, just you, me, a cave, a couple of mango trees, and a volleyball named Wilson."

Edward chuckles, nestling his jaw into my neck. "I wouldn't mind."

"Sure," I smirk. "With none of your adoring fans to trip all over you and squeeze their big melons onto your chest while traipsing down the platform, how would you survive?"

"I think I could survive very well on mangoes," he says, molding his hands around my bikini-top covered breasts. "As a matter of fact, I'd thrive on them."

I angle myself sideways and rub my half-eaten mango in his face.

He laughs. "You're getting me sticky!"

Turning myself in his arms, I push him down into the cool sand. "Am I now? You never complained before about my getting you sticky."

"Who says I'm complaining?" he grins, and he flips us over, pushing aside my bottoms and pulling himself out from his swim shorts, thrusting into me.

"On every island we hit," he groans while his hips pin me, rolling and rocking, driving in and pulling out almost all the way before slamming back in. My back arches, and I know we're a mess of wet, sticky sand, but I don't care. "I'm going to take you on every single goddamn island we hit."

I can only respond in grunts and groans, and when I come, it's under a dark, sky littered with thousands of stars above me, and with Edward's brilliant eyes standing out above them all.

OOOOOOOOOO

EPOV

She's cutting up fruit for lunch in our small kitchen on the Eclipse, wearing a black, triangle top with her smooth skin and tiny, denim daisy dukes that have her ass cheeks peeking out from underneath, so what else am I supposed to do?

I come up behind her and press my hard-on against her ass, molding my hands around her sweet breasts.

"Edward, stop!" she chuckles; though, we both know she loves me grabbing her. "I'm cutting up mango!"

"Mmm," I turn her around to face me and immediately wrap my mouth around one of her breasts as my hands untie the knot around her neck so the top can fall off. "Yeah, let me taste those juicy mangoes of yours."

She fists my hair in her hand. "You are so damn filthy," she hisses, and pulls my mouth up to hers.

The breakfast fruit ends up all over the place.

OOOOOOOOOO

Over the next few weeks, we sail to Aruba, Curazao, Barbados, St. Lucia, Dominica, Antigua, and Puerto Rico. We're getting closer to home, yet while I could happily sail around the world with Bella forever, part of me is also anxious to get us back to Key West and start this new chapter of our life together – as husband and wife.

About fifty miles off the coast of the Dominican Republic, we stop the Eclipse for a dive in crystalline waters so magnificent and pristine I could swear we're the first ones to have ever sailed through them.

My wife is now an experienced diver. Therefore, I don't panic as much anymore when we dive deep. She knows all the risks; she knows to stay aware of her surroundings as well as her oxygen levels, possible air bubbles along with all the other myriad of small details to watch out for while under water. Most of all, she knows to stick close to me while we're deep down below the surface.

We follow colorful schools of fish to the cool sand on the bottom of the reef. Smooth rocks, waving anemones and the biology of the deep fascinate her as much as they do me, which is one of the things that makes her my perfect partner. Even with the diving gear on, I can see the wonder in her deep, brown eyes.

A few yards away, there's a small, underwater cave formation. I make a circle with my index finger, indicating we'll only stay on the outside perimeter, and Bella nods. So we swim around it, taking in the sea life growing in its circumference, and then we venture just a couple of feet inside its walls, emerging back outside when we see how pitch black it really is in there. I jerk my head, signaling that we're done with the cave. It's cool, but we didn't come down with the proper equipment to explore inside. Again, she nods. We swim around the outer perimeter for a few minutes more. One second she's in my periphery, the next, she's gone.

What the…

The water is transparent down here. I can see for almost a quarter of a mile in all directions, and she's nowhere in sight.

Panic wells up in my chest, and I know I'm breathing too hard, using up too much oxygen as I wildly swim around searching for her, hands and fins frenziedly cutting through water. I return to the cave, and just as I'm about to go in, she emerges and gives me a thumbs up sign, swimming past me.

I'm both ecstatic and filled with such a blinding fury that I fear I may choke the ever-living shit out of my brand new wife.

I swim in front of her and jerk a furious thumb up, indicating we should break surface. She follows.

I help her up the catamaran steps first and follow behind her. Once I've got my head gear and oxygen tank off, I let out a roar that echoes off of the catamaran and bounces off of blue waters before flinging all my equipment straight across to the port side.

"Jesus, Edward, calm down!" Bella says, shimmying out of her dive suit, her golden, bare skin glowing in the warm sun.

"Are you fucking insane?" I yell, peeling off my own suit.

"I just wanted to take a closer look at what was in there! It was no big deal!"

I stalk over and glare down at her, nostrils flaring. For the first time since we started this honeymoon tour, possibly the first time since I've met her, I couldn't care less about the fact that she's standing before me naked as a jaybird. "No big deal? Do you have any fucking idea how…goddamn petrified I was when I couldn't find you?"

Her own nostrils flare in defiance as she rests her hands on her hips. "Well, I'm sorry I scared you, but I do know what the hell I'm doing down there, Deep Diver Extraordinaire," she mocks.

My scalp prickles with fury. "Deep Diver Extraordinaire? Yeah? Well, tell me something, Little Goddamn Mermaid, you do realize that we're not in U.S. waters yet, don't you?"

Her brow furrows, and despite her attempt to hide it, I see the shadow of uncertainty that crosses over her features.

"That's right, Miss Know-it-all," I sneer. "We're still over 600 nautical miles from Key West, and if something would've happened to you, the nearest hospital is in Santo Domingo, over 75 miles away!" By the time I'm done, I'm howling so loudly I'm probably attracting all kinds of predatory marine life our way.

"I said I'm sorry I scared you!" she howls back.

Heart pounding in my chest, fueled by adrenaline from the dive, from fear, and from her continued resistance to admit how fucking wrong she was, I grab her and throw her over my shoulder.

"Edward! Edward what the hell are you doing? Put me down!" she demands.

I smack her bare ass, ignoring her ensuing screams, the fists of fury she rains down on my shoulders, and the blinding pain that shoots through my scalp when she pulls my hair.

"Put me the fuck down, you goddamn maniac!"

The names and fists continue all the way below deck, where I kick open the bedroom door and throw her over the bed. "Calm the hell down!"

"You've got the nerve to tell me to calm down?" she screams, raising herself on her elbows. "You're a goddamn maniac! I've married a maniac!"

I throw myself on top of her, pinning her down with my body while she fights to push me off. Then I cage her arms over her head.

"Listen to me you beautiful, stubborn, and maddening…woman," I say through gritted teeth. "You need to apologize, not for scaring me, but for taking such a stupid-" – my voice breaks, and I've got to take a second to compose myself before I can continue – "for taking such a stupid risk with your life. If something would've happened to you, Bella…" I glare at her. "If something would've happened…"

Her features morph from indignant fury to regretful apology in the space of five seconds.

"Edward…" she says softly. I drop my eyes to her bare breasts, for once not even thinking of taking her perky nipple into my mouth – well, only minimally thinking about it - and loosen my hold on her arms. "Edward, baby…look at me." She cups my jaw and lifts my eyes to hers. "I'm sorry, Baby. I'm sorry for more than just scaring you. I'm sorry for taking such a stupid risk. You do know more than me down there. I guess I just…I just didn't want to admit it."

"It's not a competition, Bella. If I were to ever lose you, I don't know how I'd…I don't think I could…"

She swallows thickly, her bottom lip quivering as she wraps her arms around my shoulders and brushes her mouth against mine. Softly. Apologetically.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry."

Her mouth moves tenderly with mine, apologizing all the while, and when she reaches down and wraps her hands around my hips, guiding me to where she needs me, I push myself in slowly, both of us quietly groaning in relief with every ensuing inch.

"Make love to me, Edward."

With a breathless grin, I comply, giving her long, deep thrusts and then pulling out almost all the way before pushing in languidly. Her eyes hold mine the entire time, and then when she wraps her perfect legs around my hips and pushes me in deeper with the heels of her feet, I bury myself inside all the way, eyes on hers as we both come together.

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