Do You Believe In Fate?

Disclaimer: None of these characters etc. belong to me. They all belong to the wonderful and amazing Stephanie Meyer. I don't think I could ever be that creative. Lol. Stephanie rules!

Author's Note: Hey peoples. Sorry this chapter has been taking so long to get out. I've been having major writer's block and writer's ADD. For those of you who don't know, that's a term I've made up to describe when you get distracted with writing other stories. So, sorry. I hope you like this chapter! BEWARE!!! MAJOR LEMONY GOODNESS IN THIS CHAPTER!!!!!!!

First and Forever Love

When we got into the bedroom, Edward set me gently on my feet. He kissed me gently, his hands cupping my face. "Give me a moment." He said. He went to the little fireplace, and set the waiting kindling to flame. Golden flames danced in the hearth, and the room felt gently warm. He went around the room, and lit a few candles. The music he'd turned on in the living room drifted in, filling the room with soft, gentle notes, sweet as wine. When he looked at me, the only sensation I could grasp at was warmth. It was in his eyes, in his smile, in the room. He walked towards me again, and wrapped his arms around me gently. My heart was beating so fast, I thought it might simply burst from my chest. His hands were so gentle, his mouth was so patient. He pulled me gently over to the bed, and pulled away to look at me. "Bella, there's something I need to ask you." He murmured.

"Now?" I asked. He nodded.

"I know we've only been dating for a few months, but I've known you all my life, whether I was aware of it or not. And believe me when I say that these past months have been the most amazing of my entire life. I'm deeply in love with you, and I brought you here to ask you something." He said. Oh my god. If I thought my pulse was hammering before, it was simply flying now.

Edward sat me down on the bed, and then got down on one knee before me. "Oh my god." I whispered. Edward grinned his crooked grin, and kissed my hand.

"Breathe, Bella." He said. I took a deep breath. He pulled a small black velvet box. My eyes widened, and my breath hitched again. "Bella, I'm fairly certain I know you well enough to know that you don't want to get married until you're finished with college. So this isn't a marriage proposal, but you should know that I consider it to be just as serious, and just as binding." He said. He opened the box, and inside was the most beautiful ring I'd ever seen. It was simple, and elegant, and mine.

The ring was three simple stones set in a silver setting. The center stone was a vivid sapphire, and the two smaller stones on either side were diamonds. I pressed my hand to my mouth. "Oh, Edward." I murmured. Tears made my vision shimmer.

"This ring symbolizes a promise. A promise to one day make you my wife. Bella, will you accept my promise?" he asked. His eyes were vividly green, and soft as summer moss.

"Yes. Oh my god, yes!" I cried. I threw my arms around him, and he lifted me clear off my feet to spin me around in an impromptu dance.

He stopped, and set me on my feet. He buried his nose in my neck, and inhaled deeply. "You have no idea how happy I feel right now." He said. I smiled.

"I think I have an idea." I said. I pulled back, and framed his face with my hands. "I love you, Edward." I whispered. He smiled, and kissed me.

"I love you, Bella." He said against my mouth. I laughed, and pulled away to smile at him. He took my hand, and slipped the ring onto my left ring finger. "A promise." He repeated. He rested his brow against mine. "One day, I'll make you mine forever. My first and forever love." He murmured. My heart did a long, slow twirl.

I leaned up on my toes, and kissed him. All the love and passion I held in my heart for him simply burst from me, and I deepened the kiss. Tongues slid, tangled, danced; mouths met, brushed, teased. Edward's arm came around me like iron vices, and held me to his long, hard body. I fisted my fingers in his hair, and sighed against his mouth.

Edward started walking back towards the bed. When we reached the edge, he pulled away. His hands slid up my back to the tie at the back of my neck. With one smooth tug, it came undone. My heart beat skittered as my dress slid soundlessly to the floor. When it pooled at my feet, Edward stood back and simply stared for several long moments. His eyes traveled up and down the length of my body, and they were so heated he might as well have been touching me directly. I trembled.

Suddenly Edward was pulling me hard against him, and nipping a line of kisses down my neck. "You're trying to give me a heart attack, aren't you?" he asked. I laughed breathlessly.

"Not at all." It was all I got out before his mouth was crashing onto mine again. His hands were hot on my skin as he gripped my arms, and pushed me back to the bed. I sat down hard on the mattress, and pulled away to work on Edward's shirt.

My fingers were shaking as I tugged the buttons free. I wanted to touch, I needed to touch. When his shirt was finally off, I let out a breath of relief as I rubbed my hands over his chest. I had the satisfaction of feeling his muscles shudder beneath my palms. Edward made a sound that sounded similar to a growl, and kissed me. His tongue traced the seam of my lips, and I parted them on a moan. When his taste filled my mouth, I gripped his shoulders for balance.

Edward pushed me gently down onto the bed, and then he was on top of me. He held himself on his arms to keep his weight off me, and his mouth cruised down my face to nibble on my neck. His tongue slid over my skin, making me moan. His hand cupped my breast gently, and I arched my back. "Edward," I murmured. "More." His thoughts seemed to be running along the same lines. His clever fingers flicked open my bra, and then tossed it aside. The sensation of his hands against my bare skin felt like fireworks.

My own hands ran up and down his back, enjoying the way the muscles bunched beneath my fingertips. My lips went to his neck to taste the salt and spice flavor of his skin. I arched my back as his mouth closed over me. My fingers tangled in his hair, and I moaned. God… Who knew it could be like this? Love tangled with passion, passion tangled with need, and need tangled and fogged the mind. Who knew that there was this side of love, this wonderful, warm, coming together of two people with no thought in the mind besides each other? I tugged him back up gently for a long, drugging kiss that seemed to spin out forever. Breath and moans mingled, skin slid over skin, and time simply stopped.

Edward's fingertips skimmed down my waist, and murmured against my mouth. "Bella…" it was a question. I already knew the answer.

"Yes." I replied simply. Edward held himself up on his arms, and kissed me again.

"I won't hurt you. You have to tell me." He said.

"I will." I murmured. Edward nodded, and cupped my face lightly.

When he slowly slipped inside me, I tensed. Dear god…. I felt him stretching me in a tortuous kind of pleasure pain. I moaned, and arched my hips. Edward began filling me again, and again, and I dug my fingers into his shoulders, desperately trying to hold on to something solid. Passion took on a sharper, desperate edge, There was a ball of liquid fire burning in my core, and with each breath I took it grew bigger. I felt myself stretching desperately to accommodate him, and then the brief lightning flash of pain as I was stripped of my innocence. And then there was nothing but pleasure. Still the burning grew. It felt like fire filled my veins – my skin was slick with sweat, every nerve ending was alive with electricity, and it felt like every sensation was intensified by a hundred.

Finally, when I thought I could take it no longer, something inside me simply burst, and I cried out as my muscles tensed, and my back arched violently. "Edward!" I gasped. My eyes flew open for an instant, and I lost myself in that vivid green of his eyes. Then we were both flying endlessly into oblivion, and stars danced in front of my eyes.

I collapsed onto the bed, all my muscles going completely pliant. Edward was still on top of me, his head resting on my chest. We were both breathing heavily, our skin slick, my hair was tangled, and his was sticking to his forehead. My eyelids were heavy, and the air in my lungs felt thick. I glanced around the room, the candles flickering, the flames dancing in the fireplace. The light glinted in Edward's hair, and really brought out the bronze in it. A tenderness I hadn't known I could feel swept over me, and settled around me like a warm, thick, blanket.

I leaned down and kissed Edward's hair. He sighed, and turned his head to kiss my collarbone lightly. "Are you alright?" he asked. I smiled. Of course that would be the first thing he asked.

"I'm fine."

"You're not sorry?" he asked quietly. I narrowed my eyes at him.

"Do I look sorry to you?" I demanded. Edward grinned, and shook his head.

"Not a bit. In fact, you look kind of… smug." He said. I laughed, and wrapped my arms around his neck.

"It makes sense, since I certainly feel smug. And how about you? Are you sorry?" I asked.

"Never. I could never feel sorry about this." He murmured. I smiled.

"Good." I sighed. I bit back a chuckle. "Edward?" I asked.

"Hmm?"

"Not that I mind a good snuggle, but could we perhaps try this with me on top? You're not exactly a featherweight." I said. Edward chuckled, and rolled smoothly. I sighed, and breathed easily again. "Much better." I said.

For several minutes, we simply laid there like that, Edward running his fingers lightly through my hair, my head resting on his chest. Already I could feel my eyelids drifting shut, my muscles going pliant as wax. Edward sighed, and gently shifted my off of him. I groaned in protest. He chuckled. "Don't worry, I'll be right back." He said. I heard him leave for a moment, and when he came back I opened my eyes. He was wearing boxers, and he had a plain black tee shirt in his hand. "Put this on, love." He said. He helped me tug it on, and then he crawled back into bed with me. I sighed, and rested my head on his chest.

"I love you." I murmured.

"I love you, too." He said. I was asleep within seconds.

EPOV

The next morning I woke up, with Bella sprawled over me as usual. She couldn't seem to figure out how to sleep in the same bed as me with sleeping on me. I didn't mind it though. I smiled, and stroked her hair gently. Her face was utterly relaxed in sleep, a small smile playing with the soft lines of her mouth. I wondered what it was she dreamed of that made her smile like that, and if it me. I kissed her softly, and she immediately stirred. I grinned. I loved that about her – her responsiveness.

Bella sighed, and stretched. The tee shirt I'd given her slid up her thighs, and I groaned. Images of last night flew into my mind, and the same desire for her that had pounded through me then, burned me alive now. I leaned down and nipped at her neck, savoring the sweet flavor of her skin. She smiled. "Morning." She said, her voice husky with sleep. I made a sound in response, having temporarily lost most of my abilities for intelligent speech. She laughed, and braided her fingers into my hair as I nibbled on her ear. "That's all I get?" She asked. "No hi, how are you, good morning?" she asked. I pulled back and looked at her.

"Hi." I said. She smiled smugly.

"Hello. What are we doing today?" she asked. I grinned.

"I think we should take a shower." I said. She grinned back, her smile just a bit wicked.

"Oh? And what would we be doing in the shower? Singing?" she asked, feigning innocence. I laughed, and picked her up off the bed.

"Maybe later."

After playing in the shower like children, then making love for the second time, we were both wide awake, and ravenous. I went into the kitchen, wearing nothing but my jeans, and rifled through the cupboards for something to make for breakfast… well, brunch. I decided that pancakes would be easiest. I pulled out the ingredients I needed, and started in.

Bella walked in when I was just slipping the first two onto a plate. "Mmm, smells good." She said. I smiled, and turned to look at her. My greeting got stuck in my throat. Her hair was dry, and tumbling around her in sexy curls, she was wearing a black tee shirt that clung to her curves and proclaimed 'Bite Me' across the chest, and a pair of low rider jeans that revealed a strip of silvery skin at her abdomen and had a rip in the knee. She walked over and jumped up on the counter, looking at me expectantly.

When I didn't say anything, she frowned. "What's wrong?" she asked.

"What on earth are you wearing?" I asked. She looked down at herself.

"What? These are my lounging clothes. Alice doesn't let me wear them in public." She said, rolling her eyes but smiling. "What's wrong with it?" she asked.

"What's wrong with it? Nothing, other than the fact that it makes me want to throw you over my shoulder and carry you back to bed." I said. She blinked at me then smiled.

"You're one to talk. Forget something when you were getting dressed?" she asked, looking down at my bare chest. I shrugged.

"I suppose. To be honest, I was just being lazy. And I really wanted food." I said, grinning. Bella laughed, and crooked her finger at me. I walked forward so that I was standing between her legs. She wrapped her arms around my neck, and rested her forehead against mine.

"You have no idea how happy this all makes me. I wish we could stay here, just right here forever." She said. I smiled, and kissed her softly.

"Me too." I said. She sighed, and deepened the kiss. After several moments, I chuckled. "Bella, I have to finish breakfast." I said. She sighed, and pulled away.

"Fine. I'm starving anyways." She said. I smiled, and went back to cooking pancakes. Bella sat down at the dining room table and waited patiently for me to finish cooking.

When I turned around from the stove with the plate of pancakes in my hand, Bella was staring at her left hand. More specifically she was staring at the ring I'd given her last night. My heart tightened painfully. Was she having second thoughts? "Bella? Is something wrong?" I asked nervously. She didn't look up at me.

"No. It's just that it looks… right there." She said. I instantly relaxed, and my heart swelled with love and joy.

"I'm glad." I said. I set the plate down, and the kissed each of her fingers, and then the ring on her finger. "I meant what I said, Bella. I want to spend the rest of my life with you, forever and ever. If I have to wait a few more months until you graduate to ask you, then so be it. But I will make you my wife one day." I said. She smiled, her eyes tearing up. I wiped the tears away gently, and she sighed.

"I want to be your wife one day, Edward. I want to know that every morning I'll wake up, and you'll be right there next to me." She said. I smiled.

"One day." I repeated. "One day soon." She nodded, and her eyes were determined. I wanted to ask her what she was going to tell her mother, but shut my mouth. I didn't want to spoil this.

We both sat down and dug into the pancakes. Bella sighed happily. "These are really good." She said. Then she grinned wickedly. "But your mom makes better." She said. I laughed.

"I'd be insulted, but you're absolutely right." I said. She laughed, and sighed again.

"I love your family." She said. I smiled.

"I'm glad." I said. Her expression clouded suddenly.

"I don't know what I'm going to tell my mother." She said. I winced. And here I thought I'd avoided this subject.

"I don't know, Bella. I just still can't understand why you won't tell her. Doesn't she want you to be happy?" I asked. Bella looked appalled.

"Of course she wants me to be happy. She's my mother, isn't she? She doesn't understand that I can be happy and married at the same time. If I told my mother about you right now, she would say that I was too young, that I should wait until I'm older, and many, many other things. If that didn't work, she would say that you were pressuring me to get married, and that I should do what I want, not what others want. She wouldn't understand that this is what I want." She said, sounding defiant. Then she relaxed, and looked a little weary. "Please, just let me think. I'm hoping I'll find a solution soon. Just, not now, okay?" she asked. I sighed, and nodded. I took her hand in mine.

"I'll wait. It's just… I want you to be happy. And this seems to be making so unhappy." I said. Bella smiled.

"It's not this that makes me unhappy. It's the fact that my mother won't be able to see what a wonderful man you are, and how much you love me. That's what makes me unhappy." She said. I smiled, and leaned over to kiss her.

"I do love you." I said. She sighed.

"I know."

Ending Note: Hey everyone. Once again, soooo sorry that this chapter took so long for me to get out. I've been very busy, and this particular chapter was giving me trouble. I just couldn't seem to sit down and write it like I usually am. But hopefully the writer's block is over. Yay! Anyways, I hope you guys liked this chapter. Thanks again to everyone who's reviewed and faved. You rock! Reviews always welcome. :D Peace!!!! ~~~~~~~~:D~~~~~~~~