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Hug and kisses...and some chocolate cake.
20 years earlier...
Being a human married to a vampire was everything I had hoped it would be. After returning from our honeymoon, Edward and I settled back in Forks to wait until it was time to move to New Hampshire. We were sticking with the plan of my attending school at Dartmouth for couple of semesters before he turned me, it being easier to fake my death if I was in another city across the country, and keeping with Edward's insistence that I have as many "human experiences" as possible before condemning myself to that life, as he put it.
We found a beautiful little loft apartment in a complex where Alice, Jasper, Rosalie and Emmett also found places. Carlisle and Esme found a gorgeous home in Hampton Beach, about two hours away by normal human times, but barely the blink of an eye by vampire standards. They settled in and Esme began remodeling almost immediately.
There are so many things I remember from that first year of being married - the late nights with the whole family sitting out on the beach, crazy shopping sprees with Alice, Edward adjusting to living with a human for the first time in 100 years, christening our new apartment without feeling like everyone was listening.
Attending Dartmouth was thrilling. I hadn't been able to think about anything but marrying Edward and being with Edward for so long, that it was nice to soak in a new experience without the thought of him leaving me constantly on my mind. There was one last step to take, of course, but he had committed to me in front of our friends, family and God, and for the next few months, it was more than enough for me. I knew the change was coming and it kept me settled and focused.
Besides, once we made love for the first time, it seemed as if Edward just couldn't get enough of my body - and that did wonders for my self esteem. The sounds of pleasure he would make while we were together were always followed with words of worship - how fragile, warm and soft I was. He would lay on me afterwards, his head on my chest, and listen to my heartbeat for hours while I slept, sometimes waking me up to take me again and again, reveling in the closeness of our bodies, the flush on my skin, the new feelings and experiences.
One of his favorite things to do was start a roaring fire in the loft's fireplace, draw me a steaming hot bath, and then have his way with me under the comforters on the rug in front of the hearth. He would lick the salty sweat off my skin, drinking me like a fine wine, whispering my name and "warm, so warm" over and over again as he brought me to new heights of ecstasy. Always taking his time, being very, very gentle with me. If he left even the slightest bruise he would mope for the longest time. It got to the point where I would fantasize about how he would, just once, be rough with me, forceful even, taking me from behind with a growl and a thrust that literally lifted me off the bed or floor or wherever - I wasn't picky - the desire to see him lose a little bit of control was sometimes overwhelming.
Life was peachy and wonderful and carried on like life does when there's no tragedy to stop you in your tracks. I was living the newlywed's dream.
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