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My stomach twisted; not bad, not good.

"Film it?"

He nodded, his lazy gaze drifting from my eyes to my mouth, to my neck. His finger followed the same path, tracing between my breasts and lower.

"Why?" I asked, watching his finger dip into my belly button, my voice barely more than a breath.

"So we can watch it. Together."

I shook my head slowly, trying to clear the lusty fog swirling around me.

"…trouble…" I mumbled.

His eyes flashed back to mine, all feverish and excited. "No, no… it'll be fun. You're so… your body… I want to see us together, like – "

"Then we'll do it in front of a mirror."

"Why don't you want to do this?" Warm breaths, over the bottom of my stomach, right below my abdomen.

"Why do you want to?" I countered, tugging his ears gently.

"It would be hot." He licked my inner thigh. I clamped my legs shut, imprisoning him.

He bit me.

"Ow!" I shrieked, drawing my legs up and releasing him. Before I could react further his mouth was back, sucking the spot he'd just bitten. "Don't…" I moaned, feeling any last vestiges of argument slip away. "Stop, Edward."

"Don't stop, Edward?" he echoed, purposely twisting my words.

I silenced him with a look and in a second he was at my side, his hand flat on my belly.

"Do you trust me?" he asked suddenly.

"I do, actually. But this is just asking for trouble. What if someone saw the tape?"

"Who'd see it?" he asked, making a face.

"What do you usually use the camcorder for?"

"Shows." He shrugged.

"Exactly. Shows. So the guys always have access to it, right? Right?"

He nodded, smiling a bit. "Point taken."

A thought occurred to me, one so upsetting it nearly made me cry.

"Have you done this before?"

There must have been all sorts of uncertainty and insecurity in my voice and face because his smile disappeared and he leaned up on his elbow. "Never. I've never done that. I've only had it for a couple of months."

"Okay," I said, pulling him back down to me. "But it still freaks me out. I'd die if someone saw it."

He chewed on his lip for a minute and then twisted around, retrieving the camcorder from the table. He turned it over and popped open a little compartment in the back, sliding out a memory card.

"It would go on this. After we… do it… you can have this. You can destroy it if you want to."

"But what is the point?" I laughed. "And if I destroyed it, how would we film the tour tomorrow?"

"I have other memory cards," he replied, popping the memory card back in and setting the camcorder back on the stand. "And the point is to watch."

He lowered his face to my breast and took a nipple in his mouth. Moaning, I wrapped my arms and legs around him. He sucked and let go with a soft little pop and kissed his way all over my chest.

"Okay," I whispered, losing myself to the things he was doing.

Edward eased back up my body and kissed me soundly before jumping off the bed. He pushed the nightstand over and back a little then arranged the camcorder so that it was where he wanted it to be. I watched him silently, trying not to fidget.

I knew he could see me on the camera, and it made me nervous.

It made me kind of excited, too.

"Ready?" he asked.

I nodded, unclasping hands from in front of me and placing them on either side of my body.

The little light went on and I turned my face to the ceiling, waiting for Edward to appear and when he did, I yanked him down, using him as a cover.

"You're funny," he whispered, right in my ear.

"Just be happy I'm doing this at all," I snarked.

"I am." He kissed me then, several little kisses on the lips, drawing me out. I licked his lip and tugged it with my teeth, making him smile, and when he did, I kissed him hard, licking into his mouth.

It was like dropping a match in to a puddle of gasoline. We ignited.

Our kisses were intense, passionate kisses, messy with want. I felt like he was about to eat me alive, like I'd flipped a switch somehow. And it was affecting me, making me feel almost itchy with desire, like I needed him everywhere and all over me.

He slid down my body and kissed my thighs again, teasing his tongue between my legs, splaying his hands across my skin, opening me wider. Maybe it was the knowledge that we were filming, but I felt like I had butterflies all through my entire body, hot little tingles pulsing with every heart beat.

My orgasm blazed through me, starting slow and searing through me. Edward kissed my belly and hovered above me, taking my hands in his and holding them above my head.

"Okay?" he panted, sliding against my slickness.

I nodded, knowing.

He took me slowly, gazing down at me with so much intensity… fascination… that I started wiggling my hands from his grasp so I could hold him. He let go of me and I embraced him, pulling him deeper inside.

"Oh," he groaned, kissing my ear. "Feels … so good… so much better…"

"It does," I cried, unable to fully process anything. I felt like I was being swept away in a tidal wave of feeling, physical but also emotional.

It didn't take long for Edward to start to come. He pressed down, as flat as he could on top of me, and for the first time ever I felt like I might not only come a second time, but come during sex, and not because of his hands or his mouth.

"Don't stop, don't stop," I whispered, desperate for it now that I could feel it. "Don't stop..."

He didn't stop.

My body smashed against his; he let go seconds later.

He rolled to my side, kissing me, and I rolled with him so that we were face to face.

I couldn't stop kissing him.

Morning light shone brightly through the window.

We'd forgotten to close the curtains the night before.

I slipped quietly out of bed, careful not to disturb Edward, who, on occasion, snored softly. Just looking at him made my stomach do this weird wobbly thing. I was falling in love with him fast.

After using the bathroom and popping an Altoid or two from the tin I found amongst Edward's things on the counter, I tiptoed over to the camcorder.

He'd said I could destroy the memory stick once we'd watched it, but we'd been so tired after our session that we'd fallen asleep almost instantly.

After putting the volume on mute, I crept back into bed and pressed play, curious to see what we looked like while in the throes of passion.

After my initial cringing, and then the urge to laugh, I found myself responding. I'd never liked porn; the few I'd watched had always made me feel a little weird. Half the time, the people on screen were not appealing at all, and instead of getting turned on I felt kind of turned off.

This was nothing like that.

Watching Edward go down on me and then make love to me was very arousing. I fought the urge to pleasure myself with Edward inches away, wondering what he'd think if he woke up and saw.

Rolling away from him, I continued to watch, remembering how everything we did felt.

"Told you." His voice made me jump, and I almost dropped the camcorder.

He yanked me to his body so he was spooned around me and then reached around, pressing the button that would restart the video. We watched together, my heartbeat and his breathing picking up.

"Do you like it?" he asked, sucking my neck.

"Yes," I moaned.

He moved away, flipped me on to my back, and we did it all over again.

Edward sat, half naked and strumming sexy tunes on his guitar, while I still destroyed the memory stick.

It was hot, yes.

But there was no way in hell I was becoming the next Paris Hilton.

Time passed fast. Too soon, too fast.

Our idyllic existence of sun and sand and salt and sweat drew to a close as the last day faded into the last night.

We enjoyed dinner with Carlisle in the most romantic restaurant the hotel had to offer. Knowing we'd be going with his father the night before leaving, Edward and I had gone on our own as well. We wanted the experience, the dreamy perfection, the fantasy. Humuhumu was built in such a way that it looked like it was floating over the lagoon.

Carlisle didn't know we'd already eaten there. We let him think he introduced it to us, not wanting to ruin his fun. And fun it was - and delicious. I ordered completely different things than I had the night before, going for as unique an experience as possible.

Toward the end of the meal, right as dessert was being brought out, Carlisle took a phone call. He excused himself and slipped away, leaving Edward and me alone for a moment. I watched Edward sip at his drink, still not used to the gushy feelings swirling inside of me all the time.

I'd been completely blindsided by the intensity of our new relationship.

I'd had crazy crushes and I'd had good, even great, relationships. But never had I experienced this. I remembered my mother explaining love to me, saying that when I found the One, I'd "just know". It had sounded like such a pithy little platitude at the time but now I could see how accurate it was.

It wasn't just the sex, although that was beautiful. It was everything. The way he looked at me when he woke up, or how reverently he held me when he kissed me. How we connected when he played songs for me. The amount of time we spent in laughter. The only other people I enjoyed spending this much time with were Alice and Rose, and this had the added benefit of sexual satisfaction.

"Thinking about going home?" he asked, his eyes sliding over to me.

"Not really." I shook my head and took a sip of wine. "Thinking about how awesome this trip has been. And how well we… get along."

He arched an eyebrow. "We do get along pretty well, don't we?"

I smiled, taking his hand across the table. "When I think about the first time I saw you…"

"- you were sitting on Embry's lap," he interrupted, an impish grin flashing across his face.

"Ugh, don't remind me. And Jess was on yours. Anyway, stop it." I smacked his hand, frowning. "The first time I saw you I had no idea I'd end up feeling this way. And I definitely didn't think you'd feel the same."

He nodded, threading our fingers together.

"I guess I just feel really lucky." I finished quietly. A little overcome, I shifted my gaze to the water, smooth as glass and lit up from the just-set sun.

"Me too," Edward said. "I have a feeling this kind of thing doesn't happen to everyone, not always, and not this early on."

We ate banana crème brulee and made moony eyes at each other until his father came back.

Leaving our suite the next morning was emotional.

On one hand, I was actually looking forward to going home. I missed my mom, my bed, Al and Rose. I missed our beaches, cold and rough as they were. It was home.

But on the other hand, I was sad that we were leaving our love nest. We'd been floating in this perfect bubble and now we were venturing back into the real world. I trusted that our relationship was deeper than romantic dinners and breathtaking panoramas, but being together in the daily grind of back home was going to be a far cry than being together in paradise.

No matter. We had to go.

We'd been up most the night anyway, fooling around. It wasn't like we hadn't made good use of the room and its luxurious bed.

I took one last wistful glance before Edward shut the door. I hoped we'd come back one day, although there was really only one set of circumstances that might make that happen.

And it was a bit early in the relationship to be thinking of that.

Edward slept a lot longer in flight than I did. I had a rough time getting comfortable enough on planes to sleep well, even in first class. I dozed on and off until finally I got a book from my bag and started reading.

Approximately five and a half hours later we began our descent into Washington. Edward had woken up a little while before, exceptionally chatty. I was glad at least one of us was rested.

We chatted most of the way home, stopping quickly at McDonalds to grab a late lunch before continuing. By the time we made it to my house I was desperate for a shower and a change.

"I'll call you later," Edward promised, kissing me at the front door. He waited until I was inside and then walked back down the steps and into the car.

All of the emotions of the day, and the whole week, came crashing down.

I called my mother at work to let her know we'd landed and that I was back at the house. I took a long shower and then threw on a sundress I'd bought in Hawaii.

After dinner, my phone rang.

"Hello?"

"Hey baby. It's me."

"Hey!" Warmth flooded through me. "What are you up to?"

"Going to bed – I wanted to say goodnight."

"Oh," I said, vaguely disappointed even though I too was on the verge of falling asleep. "Okay…good night."

"Good night, Bella. And open the door."

I nearly tripped in my haste.

"What are you doing here?" I gasped.

"Can't sleep alone," he said, shrugging. "Either you come with me or I'm staying in your bed tonight."

posting this a tad early b/c i'm working on tonight's post of starryeyedinside.

in other news, i can't stop listening to black eyed peas 'the time'. omg, it makes me want to jump wildly on a trampoline, singing at the top of my lungs. preferably while not-pregnant. and slightly tipsy maybe.