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

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Sprawled across the soft sheets, Roman eyes the red bruises that were littered across Bella's collar bone. Her touch feathers over them, touching lightly at the possessive marks that she had left there clear for anyone to see, and sighs happily.

She was so beautiful like this, with the sun glowing over her bare skin, casting shapes through the mosquito netting.

So tired, still, the girl was having less and less energy the longer that they stayed on the island. Frankly, it was beginning to make her think that the place had some sort of weird magic that messed with their chakras or something because she was bouncing off the walls day and night, and Bella was becoming more and more tired that they often took refuge inside much sooner.

And it wasn't like she was able to just sneak away to look around because there was no way to completely distract Edward long enough for her to sneak away. At least it gave her plenty of time to draw out a cage sketch and outline of the island with his help.

She wasn't much of an artist, but she would admit that her ink drawings could be very pretty when she was having a lucky day.

Bella jolts, flinging herself up in the bed, with the blankets tossing around her as she pants and searches the room. 

"What is it? What's wrong?" she asks, reaching a hand out to settle her. "Bella?"

"Nothing, it's nothing," she says, shaking her head as she lays back down.

Roman moves into her side, cuddling into her middle. "Was it another nightmare?"

"It's fine, my love, it's nothing."

"Was it the Volturi, again?"

She sighs, nodding as Roman draws lazy circles against her shoulder. "It always is."

Humming, she traces her hand down to Bella's stomach, grinning at the way her breath flutters with her touch. "Do you want to talk about it?"

There's no answer from her and she can't help but worry a little bit more at that. She was naturally introspective, sure, but she was always willing to talk after enough prodding. Bella was a terrible loser and hated keeping secrets unless it was really important.

"Do you want me to distract you?" She asks instead, playing with the band of her lacy panties.

"As enticing as that offer is, I'm kinda really hungry. What time is it?"

"Some time in the early afternoon. We can go get some lunch if you want?" Roman offers, pulling back so that she could look at her. "I can make you something."

"Roman, love, I love you, but you aren't the best cook."

"What? I'm great!"

"You're great in the way a bachelor being able to survive on his own cooking is," she says, giggling softly when Roman squawks in faux outrage. "I'm surprised you didn't starve before I met you."

"That is so rude. My feelings are shattered," she says, rolling from the bed with a pout. "You can make your own lunch."

Laughing, Bella slowly climbs off the bed. "You won't help me with a salad? You love salad."

"I suppose I can help with a salad..."

"Great. I'm starving," Bella said, taking Roman's hand as she made a beeline to the kitchen. "Did Edward go hunting?"

"He left a note. He wanted to be back before we woke up, but I guess he was running a little late. I'm sure he'll be back soon."

"It's fine," Bella says, smiling at her over her shoulder. "It hasn't been just the two of us in a while."