Disclaimer: Twilight and characters belong to Stephenie Meyer.

Waves broke along the rocks. The sky was uncommonly clear and bright. Bella pulled on a button-down top and made her way to the back door. To keep her socks dry, she slipped on a pair of Wellies and headed to the shore. It was a beautiful morning and she couldn't help but revel in it. Just a moment ago she had woken up next to Edward Cullen. There was no other reason for the sun to shine but for that.

Edward didn't wake much later than her and followed the sound of the screen door shutting. Bella was nearing the shore in nothing but a shirt, cotton panties, and boots. He approached her cautiously and then pulled softly on the braid that lay knotted down her back, making her jump a bit. Edward quickly gathered her in his arms, allowing one hand to rest on her bottom.

"You are quite underdressed," Edward whispered in her ear.

"Please, this is more clothing than most girls wear to the beach," Bella replied quietly.

"You look scandalous."

"The sun is out," Bella said with a huge smile, trying to change the subject. She turned her head to rest her face in the crook of his neck. Her hands clutched at the front of his shirt. Edward liked this clingy Bella.

"I was wrong," he sighed.

"About what?" she asked.

"You are not underdressed. You are overdressed."

Bella giggled into his skin. He could feel her breath on his neck. The sensation caused him to close his eyes. He detached his hand from her backside only to slide in under the hem of her panties, touching her bare skin. His boldness made Bella squirm.

"Edward, what are you doing?" Bella remarked with a smile. He only answered her with a lighthearted shushing sound. Bella could only respond by sighing. He shushed her again, and they both started chuckling.

Even with the sun out, the air was still a tad chilly. When a gust of wind flowed over the couple, Bella shivered. "Well, that settles things then," Edward stated.

Bella removed her face from its hiding place to look up at Edward. "Settles what?"

"Your overdressed attire and the fact that you need warming up…"

Before Bella had time to question him, because she was utterly confused, he pulled them both down into the sand. It wasn't long before he was kissing her neck and Bella was returning the affections. Edward managed to keep one of his hands sand free and used it to slide the cotton barrier down her thighs. When his fingers hit her most sensitive spot, Bella gasped loudly. When one finger entered her, the gasp turned into a moan.

When he had Bella clawing at his back and stretching his shirt, he removed the shirt with one hand and then pulled down his cotton pajama pants to his knees. He entered her carefully. He held her gently. He held her tightly. Edward now believed in miracles. They lived in her sighs and moans. Bella wanted to keep him between her legs forever. Even when she sometimes felt smothered from him shifting his weight from his arms to covering her completely, she wanted him to stay. She wanted to feel his breath on her skin. She matched his thrusts, trying to get closer still.

When all was said and done, they were covered with specks of shell. Edward even had to remove a piece of dried, brown seaweed from Bella's hair. Neither of them wanted to move. He exhaled noisily when he finally rolled off.

Now that Edward's body no longer covered hers, Bella shivered again.

"Are you cold?" he asked. "I could run into the house and grab a blanket."

"No, I'm fine." Bella really was fine. She couldn't remove the goofy grin off her face.

"Let's drive into town and get some breakfast. We can pick up a few things for later as well."

Bella turned to face Edward with a mock-serious expression. "And leave the cabin? You want to go back to the real world?"

"You do make a point… but yes, yes I do. I want some pancakes… and bacon!"

Edward helped Bella to her feet and together they tried wiping the sand off each other. It was pretty much impossible. Not really giving a crap if he tracked it through the house, he led Bella to the shower…where he took advantage of how dirty she was.

They drove into town to have breakfast and then stopped at a small convenience store to load up on snacks. Bella grabbed a couple cans of soup and a loaf of bread. She knew they couldn't live off Doritos and Moonpies. He stationed himself at the counter and blocked her attempts to wiggle in front of him to help pay.

Later that evening, Edward found her curled up on the bed eyeing the locket she always wore around her neck. He watched her for a little while. The lamp next to the bed made her glow in her pretty pink nightgown. If he could have his way, they would stay here forever.

He climbed in with her and she dropped the trinket to snuggle up with him.

"I don't want to leave tomorrow," Bella mumbled into his chest.

"Isabella! How irresponsible of you. You know we have homework," Edward chided in a parental tone before making a tsking sound.

The mention of her full given name caused Bella to meet his eyes.

"I'm surprised you even remember my real name," she said. "Oh, don't look at me like that. You haven't called me Isabella since we were kids." She sat up then and looked down at him. "In fact, you were the one that got everyone calling me Bella. No one has called me Isabella since… I was, like ten."

"Yeah, cause Isabella took too long to say. It was easier to just say Bella." He reached up and tugged on a strand of lose hair. "I don't recall you ever correcting the nickname. You seemed to prefer it actually." He moved the strand behind her ear and dropped his arm. "I remember everything about you."

Bella's face went hot and she lowered herself back down to rest against him.

"Oh man, you just reminded me of something." He laughed out.

"What?"

"God, how old were you…?" Edward closed his eyes and looked to be contemplating something.

"Shut up! What?"

"When you came flying over to my house yelling about how you were changing your name. You were so serious about it too. I think you even got pissed at my mom when you caught her rolling her eyes."

Bella quickly covered her mouth with her hand. "Oh my god, I totally forgot about that." Bella blushed again and then recalled, "Buttercup. I wanted my name changed to Buttercup. It was after seeing that movie… and I begged my dad… I mean really begged him. He finally relented, but he was just saying that to get me out of his hair. I thought he was serious. I made him swear. I ran straight over to tell you because I was so excited."

Edward had to hold his stomach because he was laughing so hard.

"It's not funny!" Bella exclaimed, and then smacked his arm.

"Buttercup. Could you imagine if he was serious?"

"Oh, man."

Edward reached over and turned off the light. He kissed her on the back of the head and pulled her close. After a few minutes of silence he couldn't resist.

"Goodnight, Buttercup," he said softly. He couldn't keep the smirk off his face.

Bella groaned.

Cheers to Jess for helping me through this chapter. I needed it.

A couple of friends of mine read that 'text from last night' site. I never have. But they mentioned one they said that made them laugh and think of me. It was something like – Nothing makes your dick soft faster than seeing a hot girl and then notice she is wearing Wellies. Something along those lines.

Yes, I wear them… mine have bunnies on them. So, I had to add that in there. Plus, the cover of the Urban Outfitters catalog inspired me.

Recommendations – With Teeth by TalulaBlue. It's on Twilighted. I don't care much for that site because it kills my eyes, but this story is so good. This last chapter broke my heart. I may have already recommended this??