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I was trying to spread out the towel, but there was a light breeze and try as I might, it wouldn't stay put. And Edward wasn't even helping me. He was busy looking through the new bag we had bought for something or another.

"Argh! Can you help me?" I hissed, shaking the towel.

His head snapped up and I was sure he was shocked, but I couldn't see his eyes behind the horrid shades.

"Sure." He stood and grasped the other end of the towel. Once it was in place, we put our shoes at every end so it wouldn't fly again.

Finally lounging on the towel, I felt the sun burning me and realized we hadn't bought sunscreen cream. But before I could voice that, I felt something cold and gooey on my arm. Opening my eyes, I found Edward with a bottle of sunscreen cream in his hands.

"How…? When…?" I was at a loss.

"While you were buying water," he explained, stroking my arm gently before taking my other arm. "Now, roll over," he instructed.

I did so quickly and he straddled my ass, while his hands not only put cream on my back but gave me a massage. I could fall asleep at how good it felt, but then I felt movement and soon his hands were on the back of my thighs. I tried not to laugh, but it was becoming difficult as he approached the back of my knees. When his hand ran over the back of my knee, my leg jerked and a giggle erupted from my throat.

"Oh, ticklish?" he joked.

"Don't even think about it!" I threatened him.

"It's too good to pass on." He ran his fingers over the back of my knee making me burst in laughter. All too soon, his fingers were digging in my sides and I was squirming away from him with tears running down my cheeks. "Ah, sweet payback," he sighed contently once he was finally done torturing me.

"Oh God," I gasped, shifting away from him. "I never thought you were revengeful."

"I was waiting for the perfect moment to catch you with your guard down. You had your fun with tickling me, now I had mine," he said seriously. "Let me finish, at least."

"No way!" I grabbed the bottle from him and squirted some on my legs then on my hand before giving it back to him. I started with my chest then continued with my stomach and finally finished with my legs.

When I looked up, Edward was rubbing the cream on his arms. "Can you do my back?"

"You don't deserve it, but I'll do it," I whispered, extending one hand. He put some cream on my palm and I crawled to kneel behind him.

He hissed when my hands touched his back but soon, he relaxed and after I was done, I wrapped my arms around his middle, pressing my cheek to his shoulder. Edward grabbed my left hands, squeezing it before turning his head to kiss me.

"Can you believe this?" he murmured.

"Uh, not really," I said truthfully. Taking my arms from around him, I lay on my back. "I didn't even see myself having a normal conversation with you, Edward," I admitted.

"Yeah, I know. You always got on my nerves," he whispered, lounging next to me. "But, I was thinking of…you know when you accepted to try the dating thing."

"You mean, you accepted it," I pointed out, glancing at him.

He shrugged. "After that, I never thought I'd actually fall in love with you or that you'd have such an impact on my life, but this!" he finished on a surprised tone, gesturing between us. "Never, Bella. Not even in my wildest dreams."

"You mean, nightmares," I teased him, nudging him with my knee.

"Ow," he moaned, grabbing his knee.

"Shit! I'm sorry," I whispered. It was now that I actually got to look at his knee better. There was a big bruise covering his entire kneecap. "How did you fall?"

"Fuck if I know, but one minute I was on the bed and the next, my knee made contact with the hard floor."

I pursed my lips. "You need to sleep in the middle of the bed."

"Or not at all, you said so yourself. Remember?" He winked, leaning over to kiss me. His hand went behind my head, tangling in my hair as our tongues started a sensual dance. I was never going to get tired of kissing him.

Before things could escalate, I heard my phone ringing from the bag. Edward groaned in protest but started searching for the phone. We had bought so many things that the phone stopped ringing and he hadn't even found it.

"Let me," I whispered, taking the bag from him.

Just then, his phone started ringing.

"Can't we be left alone? Not even on the honeymoon?" he grumbled, finding his phone quicker. After looking at the ID caller, he rolled his eyes and shuffled closer to me, putting it on speaker.

"Hello, Mom," he greeted her.

"Are you okay?" she asked worried.

"Yeah, why wouldn't we be? We would have called last tonight but were so tired," Edward told her.

"Oh, I just wanted to make sure you made it alright and if you liked it."

"We love it! Thank you so much, Esme," I told her. "It's really beautiful."

"I'm glad, Bella. And you should call Alice," she told me.

"I will. Tonight," I promised.

"Call me at least one more time while you're there. I want to know if you're okay," she told us softly.

"Kay, Mom. We will," Edward agreed.

"Oh, I'm sure Alice would tell you but I think I might say it nicer," she told us somewhat sheepishly.

"What now?" Edward groaned.

"You made the headlines of the morning paper. It's only your back, but the ones that saw you, said it was really you."

"Yeah, there was someone at the airport," Edward grumbled. "They recognized me."

"You will see the pictures, I'm sure." She laughed. "I'll leave you to enjoy your time. I love you, honey."

Edward cleared his throat. "Thanks. I love you too, Mom." He hung up and tossed the phone away. "I don't want to talk to Emmett. I'll never hear the end of it!" he protested.

I lay back on the towel and sighed. "We have to call everyone, but once we get back to the villa."

"I think that once we get back…we'll be a little busy," he whispered, winking at me.

I smiled, closing my eyes. There was nothing to do here beside sunbathing and having sex, or so I thought. I was going to love that week.

When the sun started lowering, Edward suggested we go and eat something. Once we were presentable again, we walked to the restaurant.

"I've missed the feeling of the sand stuck to my skin," I found myself saying as we walked to the restaurant.

"Yeah, I know. It's been too long since I felt the sand between my toes."

"What beach have you been at?" I asked, stopping once we reached the asphalt to put my shoes on.

He slipped into his shoes too. "La Push, of course. What other beach?" he asked. "Oh, we've once been to Florida, but don't ask me where exactly. I was around ten, I think. Dad's job doesn't really allow him to take long vacations."

"Oh, so you know how nice it's there. I spent every summer while I was in high school at Mom's house, in Jacksonville. The beach was right behind the house," I explained.

"Uh, I know. We've been there," he told me seriously, glancing at me.

"Oh, right. Sorry. See, you've been at another beach. I went to La Push once or twice…but didn't really like it," I admitted.

"It's not that nice and the weather isn't helping it either." He shrugged. "But for beach parties it was perfect."

We found a French restaurant and stayed on the terrace. I warned him to behave when I saw a waiter coming toward us.

"I won't be held responsible for what I might do if he hits on you," Edward announced to me.

We shouldn't have worried because the guy was gay. It was too funny to see Edward shifting uncomfortably under the waiter's gaze as he checked him out.

On our way to the villa, I kept teasing him about it until he said he was going to be sick if I said anything else.

We called everyone and it took about two hours to talk to them. Alice kept babbling about one thing or another until I cut her off, reminding her that we could talk more once I was back home. Then she apologized, telling me she knew all about honeymoons and wished me to have fun, but not too much and that started a new conversation. She was the last person I had called and I knew why I left her at the very end.

I was trying to find a way to actually finish the conversation when Edward appeared in the doorway in nothing but his shorts, carrying a bottle of white wine and two glasses.

I choked on my spit and felt tingles all over my body. "I have to go, Alice," I said hurriedly and hung up.

"Let's go outside. I want to stay on the hammock," Edward said.

"I can only see myself rolling around and falling in the sand," I said seriously but followed him.

"I'll take care of you," he promised.

I let him settle on the hammock before slowly crawled between his legs. When he leaned to grab the bottle and glasses from the sand, I shrieked and clutched to the sides of the hammock.

"Why is it so scary? It's not like you're going to hurt yourself if you fall," Edward whispered. "It's just sand under us."

"You know I hate high places. I like to feel the ground under my feet."

He chuckled and handed me a glass before leaning to put the bottle back on the sand. Our glasses knocked together.

"To us," Edward said softly.

"To us," I echoed and turned my head to kiss him. It was a peck on the lips, but enough.

After we stayed quiet for so long, I was sure we'd fall asleep, Edward talked.

"I saw at the reception that we can rent snorkeling equipment. If you want," he suggested quietly.

"Sounds good. I want to see the fish."

"Tomorrow?"

"Sounds good. I was really wondering what is to do around here," I told him, sipping from my second glass of wine.

"What to do…?" He hummed, nuzzling against my neck. "Who to do," he whispered in my ear, catching my ear lobe between his lips.

"That's really tough now," I said with a giggle.

"You think?"

"Mhhmm hmm."

"Can I try something?" Edward asked quietly, taking the glass from my hand and dropping it to the sand.

"What do you have in mind?"

"You'll see. Do you trust me?"

"Of course."

His hands went to the strings of my bikini and untied them, leaving me bare. I tugged down at the oversized shirt to cover myself.

"Edward!"

"Shh, it's not like anyone can see," he said against my neck. "I wouldn't do it if I wasn't sure I'd be the only one seeing you."

I sagged against his chest, knowing he was right. It was dark outside and the other villas were in complete darkness. He shifted behind me, causing the hammock to swing and me to panic. Then I felt his hands moving my bikini out of the way and two fingers probing around my pussy.

"Does this excite you?" Edward asked amused. "Being outside where anyone can see."

"You said no one can see," I reminded him, letting my head fall against his shoulder. "I love your fingers," I moaned.

"I love the sounds you make," he whispered against my neck, pressing his lips to my throat then licking it while one of his long fingers slipped inside my wetness.

I moaned loudly, bucking down, wanting more friction. His thumb started moving in circles over my clit. It was scary how well he knew what I liked. I felt the orgasm building deep inside me and when my toes curled, his hands disappeared making me groan in protest.

"Noooo!"

But I shouldn't have worried. Edward lifted my hips and slowly, I felt the tip of his erection at my hole. Slowly, I lowered on him and I arched my back, my head falling over his shoulder as I moaned louder still.

"Fuck. You're so beautiful," he murmured, cupping my breasts under the t-shirt.

I couldn't find a rhythm from that position, but I didn't want to change it. This was new and he was so deep, touching new places. With one hand on my hip, he guided me gently while his other hand was under the cloth of my top, fondling my breast, tugging at my erect nipple.

As much as he liked my sounds, I didn't like to hear myself so I bit my lip when the pleasure became too much.

"No, no, don't hold back," he said urgently against my ear. "I want to hear you, Mrs. Cullen."

That did it. I let go of my lip and screamed his name as my inner muscles clamped around him, milking him as one of the most powerful orgasms so far overtook me. He kept moving inside me, prolonging the amazing feeling until he stopped and shuddered, moaning lowly in my ear. If it was possible, I would have come again.

"Wow," I whispered, watching my chest rising and falling like I had run a marathon.

"Does the hammock still scare you?"

"What hammock?" I joked, pressing my lips to that spot behind his ear. "I love you."

"I love you. Always." Edward cupped my chin, angling his head to have better access to my lips. "I'll never get enough of you, love."

"I hope not," I said amused.

After we gathered our wits, we made our way back inside and I kept stumbling making him laugh.

"You got me drunk!" I accused him.

"Yes, and then I took advantage of your intoxicated state," he said seriously, pressing his lips to my cheek. "Let's shower."

I was sure we'd clog the drain with all the sand that washed off our bodies. After we cleaned up, Edward scooped me up and carried me to the bed where we made love again. I fell asleep, clinging to him, in the middle of the bed.

Next morning, I woke up at eight and realized we could still catch the breakfast the hotel was serving. By the time I managed to wake Edward up, it was fifteen past eight.

I put on a pair of black short pants that barely covered my ass and a white tank top while Edward tugged his palm trees shorts on him and a shirt and we were ready to go. On the way to the hotel's restaurant, he kept yawning, but once there, he smelled the food and was awake.

While he carried a little of everything on two plates, I grabbed two coffees and two glasses of orange juice.

"What is it about travelling and always eating a lot in the morning?" Edward asked as he buttered his toast.

"It's free food," I told him as I put gem on my toast. "And it's already prepared, you just have to eat it."

"Right. I think you're right."

"You know I rarely eat in the morning, but every time I was with you at the games away in college, I ate a lot at breakfast."

"Free food," he said nodding. "Although we pay for it in the price of the ticket."

We kept talking as we ate and by the time we were done, Edward suggested to see what activities the hotel provided.

At the reception, he asked for a flyer with the activities we could do and the lady there even suggested some of them, explaining where to go and what to do.

"I want to try the Jet Ski thing," I said after we left the hotel.

"No way! You could kill yourself in so many ways!" he shouted.

"We can go both on the same one. Pleaseeee," I whined.

"Okay, but only if you agree to go horse riding," Edward told me, looking at the flyer in his hands.

"Are you serious?" I asked amused.

"Yes. It's something I always wanted to try." He looked a little upset because I was laughing so I stopped.

"Sure." I nodded. Anything to go on the Jet Ski.

We went back to the villa to change our clothes and while looking for another swim suit, I found the red thing Edward had shown me yesterday. I might try it on tonight. Before he could see it again, I stuffed it at the bottom of the suitcase and grabbed a white bathing suit that had a see-through slip to cover myself. I really liked this bathing suit. It was full and it covered a lot, unlike the blue one. The top was like a bustier so I didn't have to tie anything.

"Are you ready?" Edward asked, coming out of the bathroom. His eyes widened and he gulped. "White, Bella? WHITE? If it gets wet, which it will, it will be see-through!"

"And you wouldn't like it."

"I might like it, but I don't anyone to see it too."

"Stop it. Come on. I wanna go on the Jet Ski." I clapped my hands, going to his side.

"Take the clothes you had on this morning with you so, we can go to the horses afterwards," he said softly.

"You wanna do it all today? We can leave the horses for tomorrow."

"Hmm, I guess we can. But still, take your clothes with you."

I did, knowing he'd keep insisting until I caved. I stuffed the clothes in the beach bag and he slang it over his shoulder, grabbed my hand and we left.

We walked and walked until I was sure we had the wrong side of the beach when I finally saw the installment with the Jet Skis. I grew excited and tugged on Edward's hand to walk faster.

The man administrating the machines was a local and had dreadlocks. He introduced himself as Laurent and started asking if we'd ever done it before then when we shook our heads, he started explaining how it worked. When he was finished, Edward repeated what Laurent had said, touching the clutch, the brake and the power.

"If anything goes wrong, just wave your hand. My Jet is there and ready to go after you," he explained, pointing to a Jet Ski close to the water.

"I hope everything's going to be okay," Edward mumbled. "So, how much is this?"

"Sixty dollars per hour," Laurent said.

"Can I leave this here?" Edward showed him the bag.

"Of course. Come this way."

They walked away to a small house. I quickly went after them.

"Do you want one hour?" Edward asked me, taking his wallet out.

"For the beginning, yes," I answered, grinning.

"Figures. One hour," he told Laurent.

"If you want to prolong it just come by the shore and let me know. You'll pay the rest when you return," he told Edward. "I bet you'll both enjoy it."

"Do you have life preserve vests?" Edward questioned.

"Of course. They're customary."

"Thank God," Edward mumbled under his breath.

We shrugged the vests on and they let me choose the Jet Ski. I found a shiny black one that looked really nice and patted it, turning to grin at them. Edward hopped on and I slipped behind him.

"Now, wrap your arms around him and hold tightly," Laurent instructed me. "And you, don't let go of the handles." He started pushing us toward the ocean. "If the lady falls, don't panic. You go right back and collect her."

Edward let go of the handles and turned to Laurent. "What do you mean, if she falls? Is that a possibility?" he asked worried.

"Edward, I'll be fine!" I moaned. "It's just water."

"There are sharks!"

I looked at Laurent and he was trying hard to keep from laughing. Edward was absurd, of course.

"I will hold tightly and won't fall. Promise," I assured him.

With a sigh, he grabbed the handles again and Laurent pushed us in the ocean. It was a great feeling. The way the Jet swayed on the waves.

"This week, Edward," I encouraged him, squeezing my arms around his waist.

"Hold tightly, please," he begged me and started the engine.

Then we were flying across the ocean. I should have caught my hair, because now it was slapping against my face and I couldn't see anything.

"Can you stop?" I shouted in his ear.

We were far away from the beach of what I could see when he stopped the Jet, glancing behind his shoulder at me.

"You okay?"

"Let me catch my hair." Lucky I kept the band on my wrist. Once my hair was in a high half pony-tail, half bun, I told him I was ready for him to keep going.

When he realized nothing could happen, he relaxed and started driving in circles making me dizzy. I complained about the dizziness and he went back to zooming parallel with the beach from one side to the other. It was really fun. We were wet from head to toes, but I didn't care.

"Do you think the hour's up?" Edward shouted over his shoulder.

"No idea. Let's ask Laurent!"

As we neared the shore, Laurent approached us with a huge smile on his face and before we could ask, he told us we were half an hour into the second hour.

"Okay. Another half an hour then," Edward said. "Can you announce us somehow?"

"Through the megaphone?" Laurent asked.

Edward nodded and held the throttle.

"Can I try?" I whispered. "Please?"

He froze. Then he glanced over his shoulder, keeping the Jet on idle. "Bella," he said softly, pleadingly.

"You'll be behind me."

"I dunno," he mumbled. I could see his green eyes full of worry.

"What can happen? I'm a decent driver."

"This is like a bike. Have you ever ridden a bike?"

"Like you have," I snorted.

"I did. First year of college," he told me.

I didn't know about that, but we were losing precious time. "We have a few more minutes, please, Edward," I begged him. I leaned into his ear. "You might get something out of this."

He chuckled. "Bribery gets you everywhere with me," he said lightly and stood up allowing me to slid in his place as he took my previous spot.

I saw Laurent with the corner of my eye and he looked amused.

"So what do I do?" I asked, grabbing the handles. I might have touched something because the Jet flew ahead. I heard Edward shout in surprise. "How does this thing stop?" I yelled, still squeezing the handles.

That's when I realized he wasn't behind me. I turned to look behind me and managed to turn the Jet too.

Edward was floating on the water, looking with wide eyes after me.

"Release the clutch, slowly!" Laurent said through the megaphone. "It's on the left!" he added.

I let go of it quickly and obviously, the Jet stopped and I toppled over it, going head first into the water. When I resurfaced, I burst in laughter.

"Christ, woman! You'll kill me one day!" Edward shouted, swimming to me. "Are you hurt?"

I shook my head, trying to get the laughter under control. When Edward reached me, he took me in his arms. "Don't you ever scare me like that again."

"I'll try," I whispered, kissing him slowly. "Sorry, I just wanted to try it."

"Yeah, I guess, I'm driving us back."

We hopped back on the Jet and he drove slowly back. I kept my cheek pressed to his back. Finally hitting the sand, I hopped off and Laurent took the Jet away while Edward went to pay for the second hour. I kept digging my toes in the wet sand where the waves came up and looked up surprised when I heard them laughing.

Edward was looking at me and waving a hand to Laurent, probably telling him that me getting hurt was something normal. Not like I got hurt this time.

We walked back to the place we had sunbathed yesterday and after spreading the towel, I decided to go in the water. And Edward wanted to come after me.

"How do you leave our bag there?" I asked incredulously.

"It's not like someone is going to steal it. Please," he huffed.

I finally caved and we went into the ocean hand in hand. It wasn't long until he was trying to keep me under water. When I resurfaced, sputtering water, I was angry.

"For someone that boasts how he has to take care of me you surely don't act like that," I snapped.

"I'm just playing."

"I'm not. Stop it. I'm not that great of a swimmer so please keep the games out of the water," I said sternly.

"Okay, okay." Edward raised his hands in surrender.

I splashed him with water before going to the towel.

"HEY!" I heard him shout after me.

If something isn't accurate, I'm sorry...

I hope everyone watched the Press Conference in Berlin. Damn, Rob looks so good whatever he does, whatever he wears... Can't wait for Bel Ami. *rocking on my feet*

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