Falling To The Sun | B. Swan + E. Cullen

cinquante et un

It was an easy thing to think something, to want to believe that you could do something when in reality, she wasn't very sure she would actually be able to go through with it all. Roman had conviction, she did, she had the willpower needed to do what she set out to, but Edward made it incredibly difficult without ever meaning to.

She hid that little tidbit from him the best she could, and from the frustrated looks he would occasionally send her, the looks that screamed that she was succeeding, Roman wasn't' very worried that he would figure out her desire for him all that easily.

Because she was burning with a want for both of them, the island and the fact that they were on their honeymoon doing something to her libido that made her much more insatiable than she could have ever thought possible.

At least he was working had to keep them busy and distracted with magical words like coral reefs and submerged caves and sea turtles. All things that had Roman's attention completely since she was always so eager, so pitching to see the nature of the island and just the island itself.

It was enough to annoy Bella, at least, since the girl was normally too exhausted to actually try and make a pass at either of them when they got back to the house -- not that she would have to try hard with Roman since she was so wound up but she knew it wouldn't be very fair for Edward.

Not that they needed him around to fool around, but it would have been nice since it was their honeymoon and he was punishing himself.

Roman was just so full of energy, so full motion, but even by the end of the day, knowing that she was still so hyper, she found herself with a headache night after night that had her pressed her head to Edward's chest in order to soothe the throbbing.

Still, she tried to hide it from them both the best she could. That seemed to work since Edward never once mentioned it.

But every moment on the island was wonderful, even if it wasn't going exactly as planned. She loved every uninterrupted moment that she spent with them no matter what it was that they were doing.

The bruises were much better now though, and though she mourned the loss just a little, knowing that she would never get to wear them ever again, she knew that it made Edward's guilt lift some knowing that he didn't have to see them anymore. Roman had taken plenty of photos to keep for herself, for years later lest she ever forgets what they looked like.

It made it easier for her to parade around in skimpy outfits, outfits that she was much more comfortable in than Bella clearly was.

Bella was stunning in them though, and if she had pulled the girl into her lap quite a few times since her little attempts had started, letting her senses be blinded by everything that was her wife, then she couldn't be blamed. She was electrified each time that she saw the lingerie on skin that was no longer milky white but slowly turning a golden brown. 

This time she came out in a sky blue colour that made her squirm in the bed, scrambling to sit up quickly as she watched Bella do a little spin.

"What do you think?" she asked, hands fiddling at her hips.

"You look beautiful as always," Edward says, voice tight.

Roman bites her lip. "You look really hot."

Her wife perks up, colour rushing to her cheeks. "You think?"

"Definitely."

"Thanks," she says brightly, but she moves to the bed, crawling in between Roman and Edward.

She whines as she steals away her spot, but still rolls to lay her cheek against her shoulder.

Her wife was tired. She was always tired now because of Edward and his adventures, no matter how much Bella begged to just stay in and watch a movie for a change.