This is definitely shorter than most of the chapters but I wanted something short and very...fluffy to counter the angst that keeps on occuring :)

I don't have much to say about it except that I think its adorable, and to look forward to more similar moments between the two!

Nathan

Edward and I were curled up in my bed in the same . I put in for a change of pace; but for the life of me I couldn't even remember what we were watching. I don't think we've actually ever watched a movie, we had better things to do that occupy our time. Edward should have a warning label attached to him. 'Kissing this man may result in minor loss of brain function, short term memory loss, and greatly increased promiscuity.'

It took a lot of trial and error, and I mean a lot of errors before we found a perfect middleground. The middleground was somewhere between Edward enjoying himself, and Edward taking a bit bite out of me…it isn't a surprise that I was partial to the first choice. Because Edward had absolutely forbidden anything other than kissing – it seemed to be my life's mission to make kissing as thrilling as possible. It really wasn't a difficult task, I'm almost positive I'm never going to grow tired of the sensation and taste of his lips. Some things were too good to be true, but the best part about it was, Edward was too good – and yet he was incredibly real.

With a little concentration I intensified our kiss. In the beginning I didn't make the feeling mutual – kissing was so could I couldn't possibly concentrate – it was difficult enough to focus when I wasn't making our little games even more enjoyable. I wanted to extend our kiss to reach every part of his body. \I wanted the opportunity to caress every single inch of his perfect physique – and I'd tried – but he usually stopped me the second he realized my intentions.

"Ready?" I grinned.

"As I'll ever be."

"Just don't try to eat me this time yea?" I teased.

Edward's lips moved into a flat line "Not funny."

"Definitely was." I mused, and closed my eyes.

I closed my eyes and could feel an energy encircling us. It felt like a cool wind with a strangely tactile sense to it. I should have been more careful of my positioning before I started this, I was suddenly very aware that I was straddling Edward. Remember Nate. He'll just stop you if you try anything, I tried to remind myself and ignore the naughty things running through my head. Taking a deep breath, I leaned in for a kiss.

The second Edward's lips brushed mine I was certain that I would lose control. At first the kiss was completely innocent – however the response that it called up from us had nothing innocent about it. Our chaste embrace almost made Edward's body spasm, I could feel him fighting the rushes of pleasure that slithered across his body. Up until this point I wasn't exactly sure what affect he was feeling, all that I knew was that it was definitely felt good.

Good didn't quite cover it. It was as if the impossibly smooth and cool texture of Edward's lips were gently massaging every inch of my body. It felt so real…and that was the beauty of the illusion, but more importantly, it was so potent that I had to open my eyes to make sure he wasn't playing some sort of vampire sex-trick on me. Nope, he definitely wasn't. I guess my faerie sex-tricks were more than enough.

I couldn't breathe even though it was just one simple kiss, I don't think either of us were willing or ready to go for something more intimate than that one kiss.

Edward literally gasped for air as if he needed it. My skin was so hot – it felt like there was fire somewhere in the room that I couldn't see. I rested my cheek on Edward's chest, letting his chilling abdomen slowly seep through into my skin when I laughed somewhat crazily.

"So that's what I've been putting you through the past hour?"

"…yes." He admitted – still having difficult forming words while he put his arms around me.

"I'd apologize, but I think it feels pretty damn good."

"Words can't even describe. You're truly amazing, love." He kissed my forehead, and I could feel the smile on his lips. "But I think we should take a break…"

"Seconded." I sighed.

We sat quietly for a couple of minutes while Edward was probably trying not to suck my blood; I was still appreciating the coolness of his body.

"What would you like to do now? Its only 7:00"

I tried to think of the last time we went out somewhere, it had to be a long time ago because it wasn't a clear memory. Probably a month when we both went to Seattle. I guess it was just hard to budget time to leave Forks or really go out to eat, since Edward didn't eat. We were both always so content with each other's company there was so rarely a need to go anywhere.

"How about…a date?" I asked in an uncertain voice.

"A date?" He grinned. "What do you have in mind?"

"Mmm" I thought out loud, not like I needed to with Edward. "Dinner… then a walk along the harbor sound human enough?" I asked – still straddling him.

"Very human" He agreed, poking my nose childishly.

And then I began to think about how it was fashion week. I suppressed a groan – there were always people taking pictures of anyone wearing something that even resembled designer origins. I wasn't a celebrity by any means – but I have googled myself a couple of times just out of curiosity. I was shocked at the amount of hits and pictures that were readily available for anyone to see, it was actually very creepy. How would Edward feel, if the rare chance that someone take interest in us, and they took a picture?"

"This is going to be stupid…But promise not to laugh."

"I'd never laugh at you." Edward promised in a very serious face.

I rolled my eyes and sighed, better to just get the question over with…"If someone were to take a picture of you…would you show up?"

Of course he laughed.

I scowled while he laughed so loud that I was shaking from his belly buckling. His laugh was so infectious that I had to fight the desire to join in.

"I'll take that as a yes then.

"You'd be correct." He smiled, and gave me a sweet kiss on the cheek.

Going out had been a great idea on my part. It was so nice to get away from Forks and actually experience culture. I guess you could call Forks a culture within itself, but every time I'd been to America their culture seemed to be more of an absence of culture if anything, living in a small town only magnified that feeling. Culture wasn't the only thing I was excited to experience. But real Chinese food! I could tell Edward found my excitement over something so minute amusing but I didn't care, I wasn't going anywhere near the monstrosity that was Chinese food in forks.

Edward insisted that we take a cab even though I was perfectly comfortable in the weather. I had the car drop us off at the harbor so we could get away from the bright lights of Hong Kong temporarily. The lights had started to bother me, oh god, I refuse to become some sort of small town guy. I dismissed the thought while we walked on the edge of the blue ocean. The water was decorated with yachts, no doubt housing the social elite, I was actually pretty sure my mother was on one of those right now. All the more reason to avoid them.

This area of Hong Kong had always been one of my favorites. Most people never really ventured in these areas, not because it was unsafe, just that it was primarily fishermen who occupied these harbors. Sure it kind of smelled of fish, but that gave the space its own personality. Edward and I walked next to one another at a slower than normal pace – I was so distracted by the itching in my hand. For most our little field-trip I'd had the insane desire to grab his hand while we walked, it had just become second nature, as if his hand simply belonged in mine.

Alas, another complication in our relationship made this confusing. You'd think it would be enough that neither of us were human – but of course the fact that we were both men made me really uncertain of some things. I was definitely insecure; sometimes afraid he really didn't like men, that he would flee to some random beautiful vampire girl. Or even worse, fear. Afraid that he really didn't like me, I'd just bespelled him like some human. I was pretty sure that wasn't the case…but the guilt of the possibly still ate at me occasionally.

"Edward?"

"Yes?" He asked – his eyes paying attention to the hundreds of lights prancing about on the water's surface.

"Would you be upset if we held hands?"

Edward looked into my eyes curiously. "Why on earth would that upset me?" He sounded exasperated.

"I don't know…I mean, two guys being together isn't exactly kosher to a lot of people. I don't want you tarnishing your image, or if you're embarrassed or something."

I'd actually been intending to have this conversation for quite a while. It was just so easily avoidable because we needed to be careful how we acted in Forks simply because word traveled so fast and we were careful to maintain our own separate facades. Plus we didn't go out much in Forks anyway – we found many ways to entertain ourselves when left to our own devices.

"What? What have I done to make you even consider that would bother me?"

I looked down at the ground while we walked – suddenly embarrassed at my own insecurities.

"Nothing…I just didn't want to make life any more difficult for you."

Edward stopped walking and without any warning grasped both of my shoulders, forcing me to look him in the eyes. If didn't know any better I would have been afraid of his crazed expression. I tried to look down, it was too hard for me to look into his ocher eyes with evidence so clear that I'd hurt him, but he took an icey finger and lifted my chin up.

"Nathan…nothing matters but you. You are my life now, I've never felt so happy in my entire existence I can't even begin to explain….I've gone through so many changes since we've met, there are literally no decisions I make without your interest – or the fact that you will be with me in mind. I'm so in love with you it makes the world feel as though nothing is impossible. And the best part is…I know this feeling will never go away."

There were so many things I wanted to say at that moment. None of them seemed to do my emotions justice – so I did the only thing that made sense at the time. I let him read my every thought, my every emotion, so that perhaps he could understand even a fraction of what I felt for him. Although I'm sure nothing poetic came from it, because mentally I was just repeating "I love him so much. I love you. I love you. I love him…" over and over.

He took my hand and we both smiled in unison. If this had been a movie I know it would have been the perfect time for a kiss, but it just didn't make sense for us. Our eyes could explain things to each other that our lips would never be able to express – the two of us just stood there hand in hand in an absence of time while we shared this connection.

Edward grinned sideways which seemed out of character for what we were both feeling.

"Nathan…dear…"

"What?" I asked – trying to keep the worry that was starting to scare away the butterflies from appearing in my voice.

"You're glowing brighter than the fluorescents…" He scolded – but he was still all smiles while he held me.

"Oh…Sorry." I muttered.

"To say you wear your emotions on your sleeve would be an understatement."

"I'll stop doing that someday."

"I hope not." Edward teased – but he sounded like he really meant it.

I eventually got my glowing down to the level of a baby lightning bug. Sometimes it was just uncontrollable, and to be honest, I didn't want to have to suppress that flying ecstacy that was tickling all over my body. It was something that I still, and hopefully never, would get used to…It was being in love.

We took a seat on one of the docks and exchanged stories, laughed, and enjoyed silences together for hours. No one came to bother us – it was just me and two things I loved. Edward and Hong Kong. And if I do say so myself, the two go together swimmingly.