A/N: I don't like it when sex scenes lose the B&E element. However I don't see the point in expending effort to make Bella's shyness and Edward's gentlemanly ways compromise…to put it simply and vulgarly…their future of hot, steamy sex. This goes for the rest of the story. The sex will vary of course, haha.
"OW! Alice, please, I am only human. You prick, I bleed. I bleed, you bite! Remember?"
"Oh, Bella, I really can't help it if you fidget around so much. Plus, I could never do that! You're going to be my sister soon, and I like my siblings alive. Well, you know what I mean," Alice whined in her light, sing-song voice, while pinning the extra fabric of my dress so that I could walk without tripping on it.
Always the happy pixie vampire, I thought to myself.
But I had to hand it to my best friend…she was definitely good at dressing people, even though I would never admit to it.
I was sitting in Rosalie's room, with my back facing the antique vanity mirror in her adjacent bathroom. I had never been in her room before, and though she had overcome her dislike for me, I couldn't help but feel uneasy, like I was…well, a very tasty human in a vampire's room. Sitting on a stool that was used by the most beautiful woman in the world.
So, naturally, I was feeling completely inadequate. But excited. Happy. Nauseous…faint?
"Alice…I'm...a bit scared right now." I bit my lower lip and held my breath. My heart was pulsing with so many different emotions, I felt Alice should have pricked that instead. Some much needed heart deflation. Pre-wedding acupuncture.
"What is it, Bella?" Alice asked concernedly, and she put down the large curling iron in her hand and took my shoulders in her cold, hard embrace.
"It's a lot of things. I'm not sure where to start exactly."
"Tell me whatever is on your mind, and I will listen to you and help you the best that I can."
"All right. Alice…Edward is marrying me today. No! Don't look at me like that, I'm clumsy, not forgetful. But first, I want you to know that I don't doubt his love, because I can't imagine any emotion that could possibly rival what I'm feeling at this moment. But I'm afraid of it all. I want us forever- him and me. If marriage is what it takes, then I will marry him every day for the rest of my existence. I'm nervous about this, and I'm nervous for the change, but in a strange way, I can't wait," I tried explaining, but the advice I needed the most would not have found its door in anything I'd just said. I doubt a field mouse could have found a crack through my explanation.
" I've never seen any two people more perfect for each other, and everyone thinks the same thing. You and Edward are kindred hearts. Fire and ice, Bella," Alice consoled, rubbing my shoulders gently, smiling her small, luminescent smile. A seraph in pixie form.
"But, it's not just that, exactly," I felt warm reds flood my cheeks and I took a deep breath, "I…well…Edward and I…tonight…well, you know what is going to happen. You can tell the future. I just…I've never done this before. I'm afraid I won't know how to, or what will make him feel good, or how to feel confident because I know I need to, or…or how to-" Uh-oh. Panic.
"Bella! Please, calm down. Besides, you're right. I have seen the future, and trust me when I say, you will know exactly how to please Edward," Alice smirked deviously, and left only to come back before I had the time to blink twice.
Ah, yes. Annoying, happy pixie vampire.
In her hand was a white bag. I took it in my hands, and lifted out a black, lacy corset.
Yes, a corset. Just one look, and I could tell it was the type to make me feel how I needed to. Sexy. The corset was a perfect idea, because it had been in style back when Edward was 17, and I wanted tonight to be perfect for both of us. Anything that could add to it, not to exclude flimsy, thin undergarments, would be welcome.
Coupled with the corset and the see-through black lace panties Alice had given me, I undressed and replaced my very un-appealing underwear with them.
I was about to slip on the lace panties when I felt a hole in the fabric.
A hole? I wondered. Alice would never have given me what she deemed "damaged goods". I inspected it, feeling silly, but curious as to why it was so perfectly circular…
"Oh my GOD. Alice CULLEN! You MUST be kidding me! I can't wear this!" I blurted out, unaware of my volume.
"Jeez Bella, relax! Crotch-less panties are the new thongs. Trust me, Edward will appreciate the convenience. Please calm down, or Edward will-"
"Bella? Are you alright, love?" Edward's voice came floating into my ears, and my heart swelled a bit more. It was tainted slightly by panic, though, and I felt guilty by my overreaction.
"EDWARD CULLEN. You are NOT allowed to be up here! Now go get ready. I left your suit on your bed, and make sure you wear the black dress shoes. Oh, and Bella is fine, it was just a misunderstanding," Alice smirked again and giggled at my discomfort.
"Fine, but if I hear anything like that from now until the ceremony, do not doubt that I will rescue her, regardless of if you allow me to enter or not. I love you, Bella. You look beautiful," his voice softened towards the end of his reply, imbued with love and adoration.
I chuckled, "Edward, you haven't even seen me yet."
"I always see you, Bella, and you remain beautiful each and every time." With that, he left, and I heard the reluctance in his footsteps leaving outside the door.
"Okay, put it on, Bella. We have ten minutes until the ceremony, and we haven't even begun to make you as beautiful as you can be!"
And so the vampire tortures the human girl with her weapon of choice- the lipstick tube.
I smiled, "Thank you, Alice. I know I may seem ungrateful, but really, I appreciate all of this. I love you…sister."
Alice squealed, squeezed my bare shoulders, and began her attack.
I walked down the Cullens' staircase slowly, allowing a sort of calm peace to replace the heart-attack that was surely about to occur within my body.
Okay, Bella. Edward is waiting for you, and with the hyper-awareness that comes with being unbearably anxious, I received the moment of clarity I had been needing.
Charlie was waiting for my at the doors leading to the backyard, already filled with close friends and candles.
"You…you look so pretty, Bells," Charlie smiled and commented awkwardly. But his eyes deceived him, displaying such unfiltered love and good wishes that I'd have found myself crying, had I not already cried as much as I could already.
"Thanks, Dad," I said softly, hugging him just as awkwardly, but I was happy.
I heard a soft melody playing from beyond the doors…my lullaby.
Opening the doors, I saw Edward for the first time.
His eyes looked up from its dwelling place on his wrists, and he froze.
His eyes locked onto mine, going from love to smoldering sensuality as he traveled the contours of my face, down my dress. If I had not been gripping my dress in anticipation, I would have thought I was wearing nothing. His gaze was so penetrating, I would have believe that in that moment, he saw into my soul.
A wide smile lit up his eyes, and I walked towards him slowly. I saw the flickers of flames around me. I heard the whispers of the forests. Maybe, I'd even felt the chill in the breeze that wafted my elegant curls around my face.
But all I saw was Edward, standing at the altar. What I heard were the sounds of his lips touching points, trying to convey his love. And love- pure, end-of-the-world-as-we-know-it- was all I could contain.
The ceremony was unimportant, in every aspect except that we existed and participated in it. Our vows were words which we spoke to one another every night, and every morning, and every moment inbetween. I was truly blessed, that Edward loved me as I loved him. And that in a few hours time, he would fulfill his promise to me of a final union.
The house was silent and empty. The guests had long since left with goodbyes, and Carlisle, Esme, Emmett, Rosalie, Alice, and Jasper had all gone their separate ways to leave us alone tonight.
"You can open your eyes now, love," Edward whispered into the skin between my ear and jaw, and I shivered.
I opened them, and could say nothing.
The house, just moments before, silent, dark, and void of anything besides what was usually present, became a starry night. Candles- in blues, violets, and reds- laundered the floor of the staircase and walls of the rooms in which we passed. A mixed aroma of freesias, plumerias, and roses assaulted my senses, and I ducked into Edward's neck to savor the old with the new.
"This is beautiful, Edward."
We stopped at the bottom of the staircase. Edward turned to look at me, and I noticed a change in his demeanor.
His eyes were lustful and smoldering, but they beheld something deeper…like something was coiled in by a very short, dainty thread.
Desire. Raw, intense desire.
I stopped breathing. He picked me up and ran me upstairs into his bedroom, unable to continue his romantic gestures…at least, not in the sense of foreplay outside the bedroom.
"Bella," Edward gasped inbetween his touches and collarbone kisses, "I have lost you, and I have loved you. I have wanted you, and often fate would not allow me to consume you. I need you to know this, Bella, because tonight, your body calls for me more than your blood sings for me, and I will make love to you until you feel me in every part of you. I need you to share in this pain, because I cannot possibly last another night watching you sleep, as your chest rises and falls, and your skin sparkles as mine does in the most beautiful, enchanting way.
Have your human minute, Bella, because tonight, it is all you are going to get."
I wanted to reciprocate, tear out my heart and place it in his hand to show him how much I felt at that moment, but I needed my human minute. I needed, tonight more than any other, to feel powerful and seductive. Edward deserved this. I was going to give it to him.
I left the comfort of his arms to prepare for the night in his bathroom. After releasing the array of bobby pins in my hair, leaving soft, luscious waves of curls in its wake, I slipped out of the blue reception dress Alice had made me change into. Its soft silk slid down the length of my body to reveal my undergarments.
Retying the back of the corset to make my stomach flat in contrast to my chest, I nervously adjusted the black lace panties. The crotch-less panties.
At least they're comfortable, I tried reassuring myself.
Who was I kidding? I loved Edward and wanted him to delve into my core, into my heart…but I would need his reassurance. I would need his help, his guidance into what we were about to do.
I took a deep breath, steadied my heart, solidified my resolve, and stepped into the room.
Edward had lit candles here, too, and replaced his golden bed sheets with black ones. I supposed it was for if things went…not as planned.
Black would hide the evidence better, I thought to myself, before I realized that a pair of black, hungry eyes were staring at me.
There, Edward lay upon the rosewood bed, his head on the pillow, listening to our lullaby which played softly from his stereo.
Upon seeing me, he stopped breathing entirely.
I walked towards him hesitantly, smiling a small, timid smile. But then I remembered my promise: to make this night forever ingrained into his memory and my own, so that during my transformation, I could hold onto him- if not in person, then in my core and soul.
"Edward," I whispered lowly, my eyes searching his for a response, secretly needing one to continue with this unfamiliar illusion of confidence.
"Bella…please."
Edward's voice was heavy with lust, soaking with sex, and husky from staring at my body.
I climbed onto the bed, my legs slightly parted as I crawled towards his uncovered abdomen. I straddled his legs and pressed my chest against his, breathing in his scent and exhaling it as raw lust.
Something snapped within me.
"Edward, I'd like to try something." My voice was stable, confident…. powerful.
His eyes turned a shade darker than black, and he laid back. His hands gripped into tight fists in restraint, and I could see how difficult it was for him not to touch me.
For once, I felt like I could dazzle Edward.
Wow…
I slowly unzipped his slacks, swallowing deep breaths of air to store away when I stopped breathing.
His perfection caught me off guard, even still. The solid length of his cock was more than I could have imagined, and without thinking, I grabbed it with both of hands.
Edward gasped, swallowed, and looked down at me. He pulled my neck down towards his and kissed me so intensely I felt a wetness dripping through the hole in the lace.
Edward suddenly jerked, his nose scrunched, and his eyes closed. His eyebrows creased, and his tongue dove into my mouth, tasting its walls as if they were coated in blood.
"Bella, you smell so good. Please, I know I am supposed to be a gentleman, but I love you. And I need you, Bella. I need you around me."
I was at near-suffocation by this point. His tongue and my tongue were licking, tasting each bump and nerve on the other's. His hands ravaged my body, untying the knot on my corset and letting it slip down.
For a full minute, I let Edward stare, because it did not matter if I felt inadequate or undeserving of his love. He wanted me, and he could have it all.
"I love you so much, Bella. You are so beautiful."
His hands slowly moved towards my hanging breasts, gauging my reaction with his eyes, seeing if this was okay…if I were comfortable. Simply, the perfect man.
Pleasure radiated down to my pulsating core, and I dripped warm, white liquid onto Edward's cock. I moaned as Edward began kneading me, and tasting my mouth again and again.
I slipped my hands down to his perfection and began moving my hands up and down, like swells of waves at high tide and low tide.
Sex is a very strange woman. You think you would not know how to treat her, how to employ her acts and sate her desires, but sex is instinct. I knew that this is what making love was. A sweet, rhythmic foreplay to introduce the animalistic, punishing postplay.
"Bella!"
Edward exclaimed in ecstasy, staring into my eyes with pure adoration and love amidst the chaos of unknown desires and fulfilled urges.
"Please…please," Edward stifled a yell as he came into my hand.
It was a clear liquid; I knew from our many discussions that should this happen, I should not let it seep into my skin. I let it pour onto the very convenient black comforter, and climbed back up towards his chest to lie there in contentment. This would be enough. His gratification was enough for me as well; I was still Bella Swan, not some sex fiend. He'd said my name in the most gratuitous of circumstances, and I felt aroused.
"Your turn, love."
I opened my eyes in surprise.
"Edward…are you sure? I don't want to do anything you don't feel like doing. I'm happy if you're happy."
"Isabella Marie Swan, you have given me your heart. Now let me give you my body," he whispered to my hot core as he pushed me towards the bed's tailboard and looked into my eyes.
"I love you, Bella. Do you need me to talk you through this?"
Perfect, perfect man. Selfless, beautiful vampire. Even in the throws of an unbelievable night, he considered my needs before his.
"No. Show me, Edward. I love you," I whispered with tears in my eyes that would remain to glisten in the moonlight.
"Absolutely beautiful," he whispered back, kissing my eyelids and pulling down my panties.
His gazed lowered as my eyes closed, and he stopped.
"Edward?"
His hands placed themselves on my upper thighs, and he leaned down and…smelled me?
Did Edward really just smell my arousal? I began to panic. I didn't know if my human arousal would smell good to him. Was it sweet, like blood? Or sour?
"Bella, you are divine, exquisite, absolutely and without contest, the most beautiful woman on the face of this world. And there is nothing more I would desire than to taste you. Will you let me taste your core, Bella?"
I could not speak. Words failed me, by I managed a shaky nod.
Edward split my wet, hot folds with his long, piano fingers, and played his keys upon my core with his tongue. Shoots of abdominal pain, of intolerable pleasure, of insatiable want hit me like needles in my fingertips.
"Mmm…Bella…just like strawberries…"
He hummed huskily and stroked my folds.
"Soft…"
He removed his hands and pushed his body upward, hovering his perfection over my pulsating entrance, his eyes upon mine and his head inbetween my peaked breasts.
"Isabella, from now until the end of your existence, which is to say my own, I will appreciate your body, heart, and soul for everything that it is worth. Never will I insult your intelligence. Never will I underestimate or take for granted the love you so generously bestow upon my fortunate soul. Never will I forget that your body is a work of art. You feel soft, like music. And I hear you as if you were velvet. I want you like this, every day. "
With these last loving words, I felt the tip of his cock nudge open my entrance. Slowly, I felt his length fitting into my unexplored territory, and like lightning, I felt his cock shove into my pocket.
I gasped in pain.
"Bella? We can stop," Edward moaned, then whispered in panic, already beginning to pull out.
"No! No…I just need to adjust…you're beautiful, Edward…please."
I whispered my plea and stared into Edward's eyes, urging him to continue.
Edward eased back in, and again, and again. He paused to shove his tongue into my mouth, and gripped my inner thighs in an attempt to control himself.
Again, and again.
"Oh!...Edward…" I moaned into his soft hair, groaning his name like tri-chords on the piano and kissing his lips as if his lips were the bite which would connect our souls for an entire existence. His hip bones chaffed under my palms, and his hardened length delved deeper and deeper into my canals.
I felt hot. Suddenly, pain. And a need to relieve it.
I released white liquids in floods, feeling it course through my tight canals and coat Edward, while he finished his release after dislodging from my folds, moaning, purring into my erect swells and breathless lips.
"Bella…strawberries…you taste so warm…"
He collapsed to my side in ecstasy, rather than exhaustion, and whispered to everyone and just me, "Isabella Cullen. I will make you a vampire. And I will love you in this lifetime, and when you go back to heaven. You are a fallen angel."
He remained inside me for the remainder of the dawn. And in every way, we had broken dawn.
But before I fell again into a dream-filled sleep, I would remember to tell Alice the crotch-less panties were to never be used again.
A/N: I hope you enjoyed it! Believe it or not, this sex scene is, in relevance to how much deeper I could have gone, rated PG:13 on my scale. If you wouldn't mind it becoming even more sexual, please review and let me know. I'd like to reach 15, if possible!