I wake up suddenly and a creepy suspicion comes over me, making me think it was all just a dream. There were absolutely no signs of me wearing a great white dress, and  I don't remember taking it off. I groan, not wanting to go through  my wedding day again--or maybe it was because I had come so close to my goal....?

I roll over and bump into something large and cold--Edward, I figure. I force my eyes to flutter open and the first i realize is that I don't recognize my surroundings A hotel? Then I realize the look in Edward's eyes is the same as in my dream. I glance down at myself and it hits me, hard. I'm wearing a deep blue lace/satin combo shift. I must have crashed after the wedding reception from nerves, and someone changed me, then left me and Edward alone on our honeymoon.

"'Morning," I mumble up at him.

"Hmm..." he rumbles, watching me.

"What'd I miss?" I murmur into his chest as I snuggle against him.

"Our honeymoon, " he chuckles.

I groan again, rolling my eyes.

"That wasn't our honeymoon,"

His breath cuts short and I have to struggle to keep a straight face.

"I thought you wanted this whole ordeal to be as quick as possible, " he says in a tone he means to be joking, but his voice is husky.

"And it is. Now, since we're married--" I cringe, "--isn't it alone time? Anyway, isn't a honeymoon like supposed to be a couple of weeks long?"

Edward eyes me suspiciously, and I laugh up at him.

"What happened to my wedding-hating Bella?" He asks, eyes narrowed.

"I'm still the same wedding-fearing Bella, but our wedding is over, and you know what I want.

"Yes, and it was very hard not to give it to you right away..." He said, kissing my forehead.

I squirmed away and eyed him incredulously.

"What do you mean?"

"well, as your husband, I assumed I had certain privileges, since I can trust myself now...."

My eyes widen and my face turns red with horror.

"Continue..."

"Well you didn't think Alice undressed you on our honeymoon did you?" He said, mock incredulity creeping into his tone.

"You...... undressed me??" I asked, my mouth hanging open, overcome. ".....I don't know what I'm so worried about..." I mutter into his chest suddenly, shaking my head.

"It seems like you knew, you know. The whole time you were calling my name and wouldn't let go of me." he chuckled.

I blush a deep red color, remembering a moment when I had woken from my stupor, thinking that I was dreaming, and that in my dream, if I let go of Edward, he'd disappear...

"Do you like it? I picked it out for you myself, " he whispered, laying soft kisses beneath my jaw and on my neck. I shivered as his teeth grazed my skin, and his breath ghosted past, raising the hairs on the back of my neck, and scattering my thoughts past confusion.

"Hmm?" was all I could manage.

"The lingerie?"

Lingerie? My thoughts have all turned incoherent. He places a kiss in the indentation of my collarbone and murmurs into my skin, though I'm not sure what. My skin flushes again, but with something other than embarrassment as his kisses slowly travel back up to my lips.

I think it was my name.

"I like it, " I murmur helplessly past his kiss. He chuckles again. I gather up courage and continue, a bit too cheerily for his taste, "Well then, since you've already taken up your duties as husband, let's go all out."

He looks at me, horrified, and I grin up at him mischievously. He eyes me with apprehension and I bite back chagrin.

"Continue..." It's  his turn to prompt me.

"Why, with our honeymoon of course, what else?" I ask, mock astonishment spicing my tone. "Why not go the full two weeks--a month? Alone? Maybe out of state. Or the country." I say, musing.

Edward sighed, shoulders sagging with exaggerated relief. I strain upward to kiss him, and his lips meet mine, sending that shiver through me that I can't quite seem to get used to. I noticed he kept his nose wrinkled like I smelled funny, which worried me.

I reach up with my hand to trace his features, lingering on his cheek bones until I feel him relax, and his lips soften. My eyes flutter closed, as I struggle to breath, his lips moving in surprising ways. I like it, it almost makes me think of--almost. Not quite.

Edward seemed to notice my wandering thoughts, and his kisses traveled downward to my throat again.

"Bella...." He murmurs rather seductively, intentionally or not. I can smell his hair and breath and presence, and my skin flushes with pleasure once more.

I gasp as his kisses travel dangerously low, and as his strong, icy fingers brush my knee, I automatically put it up, and his fingers move down to my ankle.

The hem of my shift slips down to my hip, revealing what I now understand to be what he meant by 'lingerie,' but I'm too distracted to be hit by the full force of what the foreign underclothes implied; too distracted, even, to figure out if I regretted lifting my leg or not.

Edward rolled over on top of me, hooking my raised leg around him, and I became convinced that my heart was beating loud enough for a normal person to hear in the hallway--if not, than surely they would hear the scandalous way with which I desperately gasped for air, having lost any instinctive rhythm.

Then it dawned on me; this was a honeymoon suit, anything seemingly scandalous was now considerably innocent.

I flushed scarlet and drew in another ragged gasp when his teeth lightly grazed my neck again, and his fingers followed along the curve of my breast, down my ribs, to my hip, and back up; his fingers shifted the deep blue sating of my attire on their way back.

"Edward, " I gasped, tightening my leg around him reflexively.

He paused, pressing his snowy cheek against my chest, which was so heated, that even through the shift the icy cold of his skin practically burned.

There was a moment's heated silence then:

"What are you thinking, right now?" he asked, voice husky--too husky.

"Nothing coherent," I finally admitted after making sense of his words.

"Me either," he whispered.

We lay like that for what seemed like an eternity, our breathing constantly rattling and uneven. Then I remembered my leg was still around him and I shifted it unconsciously then gasped; his hand traveled back up my thigh to my hip and stopped at my panties, and he placed a kiss as low on my breast as the neck of my shift would allow. I flushed deeper than I ever knew I could.

"All out like that?" Edward murmured, and his breath ghosted across my earlobe, making me shiver.

I tried to make my head shift up and down, but I couldn't gather up enough brain signals from the rest of my body which lay paralyzed and a deep scarlet color. Though I must have moved perceptibly, because Edward chuckled and gently rolled off of me. I think my heart stopped.

"A real honeymoon it is then," he whispered almost inaudibly.

I exhaled all the air from my now seemingly rusty-from-under use lungs on one great puff as I stubbornly jump-started my heart again.

I immediately gave up on any prospect of sleep that night.