Author's Note: Sweet honeymoon! ;) Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight.
Chapter 17
As we ran to the car, the rice storm began. Edward shielded me from view, and nothing caught me. I felt relieved when we finally drove away. I looked back at our family and friends, waving silently. I thought I saw Renee crying again.
I turned to face the front again, sighing. Edward took my hand.
"Tired?" he asked softly.
I smiled. "I'll sleep on the plane."
"I love you, Bella," Edward said, smiling happily.
"I love you, Edward," I responded.
The car accelerated, and we shot out of town towards the airport at ninety miles per hour.
I was disoriented as Edward dragged me out of the airport.
"Are we in Paris already?" I murmured, blinking and squinting my eyes.
"Oui, mademoiselle," Edward answered, grinning. "I should probably call you Madame now that you're married, but you don't look it. Come on, let's get you to the hotel."
I didn't protest as he hailed the cab and instructed the cabby on where to go. As we drove past the streets, I became more awake. Everything was so beautiful and pretty…
I leaned on Edward's shoulder. "Aren't you tired?"
"Not really," he answered. "I slept on the plane. What about you?"
"A little," I said, yawning. "What time is it?"
"Nine in the evening," he replied.
Suddenly, the cabby barked out something in French. I had no idea what he'd said. The only word I caught was girl.
Edward grinned broadly as he thanked the man.
"What did he say?" I asked curiously.
"He said that I'm very lucky to have such a beautiful girl by my side," he said, smiling down at me. "And I know I am."
I blushed as I looked away. "That's the same for me too. I don't think I deserve such a handsome man like you."
He chuckled. "Silly… I'm hardly a lottery prize."
"You're better," I said, leaning to kiss him on the cheek.
The cabby said something again. Edward nodded.
"We're here," he said. Sure enough, the cab stopped in front of a rather grand hotel. He thanked the cabby, and we got out of the car. A bellhop met us at the lobby and offered to carry us to our suite.
"Don't we need to check in?" I asked, confused as we got in the elevator.
Edward laughed. "Already done."
I would never figure out how he did these things. Of course, I supposed being a son of the Cullen Corporation did help.
Edward thanked the bellhop and gave him a generous tip when we arrived at our suite. As soon as the man was out of sight, he scooped me up in his arms.
I shrieked softly. "What are you doing?"
"We might as well go along with the traditions," Edward said innocently as he carried me inside easily. I didn't know how, but he'd also carried the heavy bags inside at the same time.
He stood me up in the main room of the suite, then disappeared into the master bedroom to drop off our suitcases. I stood frozen, looking at the great view of Paris. I was suddenly nervous again.
Edward looked awkward when he came back out again. "Uh… I'm sure you'd like a moment or two alone… It was a long trip."
I nodded wordlessly.
"There's a bathroom in the bedroom," he told me. "I'll clean up in the other bathroom." He smiled slightly as he studied my nervous expression. "Don't take too long, Mrs. Cullen."
I jumped a little at the sound of my new name as he disappeared into the other bedroom. Sighing and shaking my head at my silliness, I went into the master bedroom.
I looked through my suitcase, growing panicky as each second passed. I didn't recognize one article of clothing in here. What had Alice done?
Finally, I found a set of lingerie that looked harmless. She'd also packed me a white, silky nightgown. I took those and my familiar bag of toiletries into the bathroom.
After taking a shower and brushing my teeth, I felt much better. But as I looked at myself in the mirror, the anxiety returned again. I gazed at the diamond ring on my left hand.
I really couldn't believe that I was married. To Edward. I was sure I was dreaming. I wouldn't believe that this was reality until something bad happened in the future. It probably was inevitable, but I hoped my thought wasn't literal. I didn't want anything to ruin this dream.
I took deep breaths. My heart was accelerating again. I bit my lip as I stared down at my night clothes. It was showing way too much skin. I knew that that had been Alice's purpose for packing these clothes. Of course, the first night of the honeymoon had been unavoidable, but that didn't mean I wasn't nervous.
I wondered if I was taking too long. Quickly, I refocused on my breathing. Finally, I was ready. I was ready to embrace my future.
"Don't be a coward," I whispered to myself. I turned off the lights and opened the bathroom door.
Edward was already there, waiting for me in comfortable sweats and a Harvard shirt. He didn't look at me as I got into the bed next to him. His eyes were glued on the TV, where a news program was playing.
I bit my lip, fidgeting and playing with my fingers. I couldn't meet his gaze. I knew I was turning red.
Edward finally glanced at me. He smiled slightly when he saw my nervous behavior, then turned off the TV. He looked relaxed now, as though his previous anxiety had never happened.
"You look nice," he said softly, taking my hand.
I glanced at him warily. "I'm going to kill Alice."
He laughed. "Give her a break. She was just trying to help."
"I don't think this is helping."
"Silly," he said, brushing away a lock of my hair. "I meant that she was just trying to help me."
"What?"
He leaned closer. "It motivates me when you're here, dressed in this." He grabbed a handful of the nightgown, then smirked.
I gulped.
"Are you scared?" Edward asked quietly.
The way my heart pounded loudly was embarrassing. I wondered if he could hear it.
"No," I finally breathed.
"Good," Edward said, a smile in his voice. He leaned even closer and pressed his lips gently to mine.
The kiss started out innocently enough, but he soon lost control. Need and passion overruled his caution and wariness. He was suddenly kissing me more urgently, and I responded eagerly.
The clothes we'd been wearing slowly dropped to the floor as we connected in ways we'd never had the chance to do before.
AN: Sorry I can't include more details. I'd like to keep my rating. ;) Anyway, I can't write about sex. I'm not good enough. I hope you enjoyed! And remember, reviews, please!
