If any of you guys speak Italian,(by the way that's freaking awesome if you do, I'm definately jealous), and notice that I totally butchered it, I'M SORRY! Don't bite my head off, please. I'm only fluent in Finnish : )
BPOV
"Bella? Time to get up, love," I heard Edward's voice whisper in my ear, while his hands were roaming up and down my sides soothingly. Slowly, I opened my eyes, to find myself laying across Edward's lap on the couch. I turned my head into his chest and yawned, while he wrapped his arms around my waist drawing me closer. "Mmmm," I sighed, content and happy. He chuckled, "We're in Italy, Bella." Suddenly, the plane hit some turbulence, sending me falling off the couch. Right before I hit the ground, Edward grabbed me and set me on my feet. I sighed. "Well that's one way to get up."
"Please take a seat and fasten your seatbelt, you two, we're landing," the pilot's voice said through the overhead speakers.
We went to the isle of normal airplane seats, and fastened ourselves in. After a few minutes, we were told we could leave the jet. The pilot opened the door and lowered the stairs. "I'll get your bags, y'all go ahead," he said. "Thank you, sir," Edward said politely, while reaching out to shake his hand. I briefly saw a generous amount of money being passed, Edward was very insistent on giving large tips. As we stepped out of the plane, I was greeted by one of the most beautiful settings I'd ever seen. We were landed on the roof of a building overlooking the city. Water was everywhere, and a few gondolas were floating in them leisurely. Historic looking buildings surrounded us. I felt Edward take my hand. "Let's go get settled in our room," he said, smiling. "Where is it?" I asked. His smile got wider. "We're actually standing on top of it."
We went downstairs to the first floor of the building. We were in a small, private bed and breakfast inn. It wasgorgeous too, of course. And a little over the top.
A doorman greeted us with a huge, cheesy smile, "Ciao, benvenuto!" Edward nodded politely. "Ciao, signore. Ameremmo registrarsi all'arrivo." I just stood there like an idiot, thoroughly confused. I didn't know a word of Italian. I assumed Edward said something about checking in, because the doorman immediately went to a computer and started typing. "This way, please," he said in English with a thick accent. After following him up an elevator and through a hallway, he stopped at a door at the end of the hall. It had a heart on it with the room number in it. I looked at him, confused. He just winked at me. "Piacere! Enjoy!" the employee said, after opening the door for us and turning to walk away. Inside the door was, to my surprise, what looked like an explosion of a garden. Rose petals. Daisys. Tulips. Orchids. Everywhere. There were candles lining the window ledge. The bedspread was a huge mess of lace and flowers and hearts. Soft, cheesy, romantic music was playing in the background. Then it dawned on me. "Edward...why are we staying in the honeymoon suite?" He looked a little taken aback himself. "Well, this wasn't exactly what I was expecting when they said there was a 'hint of romance' in the decor." He turned to me, fighting back a smile. We both burst into laughter. After we calmed down some, he playfully picked me up and hopped onto the bed, still holding me. I snuggled into his chest. "So, its around 12 here, right?" I asked. "Yes," Edward replied, "are you hungry at all?" I had a snack on the plane earlier, so I felt fine. "Nope, I'm okay." A sudden yawn interrupted me. I felt Edward leave the bed, only to see him standing beside me, my luggage bag in his hand, a second later. "Alice packed your pajamas and everything else you need tonight in here." I got up to go have my human moment.
When I got done, the sight that greeted me took my breath away. Edward was lying on top of the covers, wearing only some black knit pajama pants (that he looked fabulous in). He stared at me with a stunned look on his face, triggering my self-consciousness. Alice had not been shy when selecting my pajamas. I was wearing a dark blue nightgown that hit several inches above the knee. The straps were as thin as possible, and the neckline went far too low for my comfort zone. However, it wasn't extremely revealing. Edward's reaction was making me nervous, though. Does this mean he hates it? "Um..Edward?" I tried to get him out of his trance. His eyes flickered back to life, and a mischevious smirk played at the corners of his lips. He patted the bed next to him, and I timidly walked over. His eyes traveled up and down my body, and mine did the same to his. This was definately the most we've seen of each other. I climbed onto the bed and blushed. "You look...stunning," he said quietly, causing my blush to deepen. "So do you," I whispered. His hand reached up and caressed my cheek. He leaned in closer. "Thank you," I said. "For what?" I smiled. "For taking me here, for everything. I love you." He smiled back. "And I love you." We kissed for who knows how long, though no length of time is ever enough. Eventually we stopped, probably because a yawn kept trying to escape my lips, and Edward quietly hummed my lullably in my ear and I drifted to sleep, anxious about what tomorrow would bring.