They spent surprisingly little time in airports considering how many times they got on a plane. More so, the only time they spent in Rio when they landed was the car ride to the docks before she was placed on a boat.

If she wasn't so sleepy from travel and the constant need to wake up and move having to settle down all over again to sleep, she might have been more capable of figuring out where it was that they were going instead of only groggily following around to where Edward led them.

She was just proud that he didn't need to carry her anywhere.

That would be far too sweet for her and she didn't want to spend the night a blushing mess because of that when there were going to be so many better reasons.

Roman watched silently as he prepared them to set off again, watching as he positioned their luggage and readied the boat. He moved so precisely, so confidently, that she had to wonder how many time he had actually done this, or if he was just naturally good at it as he was at just about everything else.

She admired that about him, how easily things came, or rather, how easy he made things appear to be. She wanted to exude that much confidence and she hoped that she did at least a little.

Sometimes she really just wondered what either of them was thinking when they chose her because she didn't get this far on her own.

Yawning, she fiddles with her phone debating whether it was too late to call Seth, or perhaps she could use it to figure out where they were heading.

She really did enjoy the idea of a surprise, though, she really did. It was touching that he went through all this work just to make sure it stayed special. It would have stayed special regardless because she was with her husband and wide.

The boat started up and we took off quickly, Roman fell back against the seat torn between watching the image he made as he drove or the lights that they were leaving behind them. She loved the way they blurred just a little when so close together.

As we headed due east into the open ocean, she reviewed the geography in her head. As far as she could remember, there wasn't much east of Brazil until you got to Africa. Which meant... they were going to an island?

She casts a glance at Edward, searching for an answer, but he kept his eyes peeled on the water before them.

He sped forward while the lights of Rio faded and ultimately disappeared behind them. On his face was a familiar exhilarated smile, the one produced by any form of speed. The boat plunged through the waves and they were showered with sea spray.

She chuckled, shivering slightly at the way the wind chilled her damp skin.

"Are we going much farther?" Bella asks, wiping the water from her face.

"About another half hour."

Roman hummed and faced the water, watching the small waves form and ripple away as the zoomed along. Edward loved the speed and she was growing just as addicted to it all as he was.

That caught his attention as he looked back at her. "Don't get out of your seat."

She grins. "I'm not trying to go overboard before we get there. Almost there?"

"Almost there," he promised.

Twenty minutes later, she hears him call her name.

"Look there," he pointed straight ahead.

She saw only blackness at first, and the moon's white trail across the water, but she searched the space where he pointed until she found a low black shape breaking into the sheen of moonlight on the waves. As she squinted into the darkness, the silhouette became more detailed. The shape grew into a squat, irregular triangle, with one side trailing longer than the other before sinking into the waves. We drew closer and she could see the outline was feathery, swaying to the light breeze.

The island rose from the water head of them waving with palm fronds, a beach glowing pale in the light of the moon.

"Where are we?" Bella whispers in awe.

"Isle Esme."

"Isle Esme?" Roman asks, itching to rise to her feet as though that would get them there faster.

"Carlisle gifted it to her -- Esme offered to let us borrow it."

The boat slowed dramatically, drawing with precision into position against a short dock constructed of wooden planks, bleached into whiteness by the moon. The engine cut off, and the silence that followed was profound. There was nothing but the waves, slapping lightly against the boat, and the rustle of the breeze in the palms.

She was up in an instant, nearly darting out to feel the sand in the warm air, knowing that the water wouldn't be chilled here. She wanted to explore every itch, wanted to know every part.

Edward caught her before she could actually move, eyes knowing as he held her hand while he collected the luggage. Bella latched onto the other.

He placed the suitcases on the dock, then in one smooth motion lifted them both into his arms, holding them so they were cradled securely against his hip. Her legs tangled with Bella's and she grinned as she locked them further together.

"Aren't you supposed to wait for the threshold?" Bella teases.

They were at the house in a flash, Edward carrying them through the door in a move that must have been magic, and only setting them down once they were a few steps in. He left just as quickly to get the luggage.

"Good thing it was too dark to see the sights," she whispers, taking everything in slowly.

The house was very large for such a tiny island, and the familiar pale-on-pale colour scheme preferred by the Cullen's was comforting. 

Her heart thunders in her chest, bruising against her ribs with the dizzying thought. They were alone on this tiny island, just the three of them. They could...

She releases a shaky breath.

Edward took their hands when he returned, guiding them through the home as he turned on the lights as he went.

The room was big and white, and the far wall was mostly glass. Outside, the moon was bright on white sand and, just a few yards away from the house, glistening waves. And at the centre was an absolutely huge bed with billowing mosquito covers.

It was hard to breathe all of a sudden.

"It's a little hot," he says as he returns with the luggage. She hadn't even noticed he left. "I thought it would be best."

"Thorough," Bella mutters.

Roman nods, gravitating toward the bed ever so slightly.

"I was wondering," Edward said slowly, "If you would like to take a midnight swim with me first... the water will be incredibly warm."

"That sounds nice," she says, voice far too light and airy. "I- I will take a small moment to freshen up first."

"It was a long trip," he agrees, opening the sliding glass door. "Take yourself a human moment. Don't take too long."

He leaves the door open as he walks down the sand, dropping his shirt behind him as he moves out of sight.

Roman releases a shuddery breath as she collapses against the bed, a hand clutched to her chest.

"Is this real?" Bella whispers shakily. "Or am I dreaming?"

She laughs breathlessly. "I just had the same dream."

"What do we do?"

Biting her lip, she pushes up to her feet with a small bounce, wrapping her arms tightly around Bella and pulling her into a kiss that burned through her as she poured her love and passion into her wife.

Her lips her so warm, so salty, and she craved every bit of her.

Then she was backing away, running a hand through her hair as she gasped for air. "We get ready," she says, "We clean up and go meet him."

Bella nods dazedly, moving to the open luggage to look for something to wear. Roman goes to her own and just snatches her toiletry bag before ducking inside the leaves bathroom.

They clean up together, not nearly as flustered as they should be at the intimate, domestic action. Any other time and she would have been hypnotized by the bare skin hidden by a fluffy white towel. Any other time and Bella wild have been all over her already.

But this was different, this was the first time with Edward and if he wished to go late-night skinny dipping, then they would.

Warmth spread through her at the thought and she clenched her thighs, releasing a sharp breath.

She pulled the towel tighter around herself, standing on shaky legs as she ignored the tingling that made her skin a livewire, pulsing through to her core. 

"I'm ready," Bella whispers as if trying to convince herself. "I can do this. Don't be a coward." 

"Bells?" she asks, brows furrowed as she takes in the other girl. "Are you okay?" 

"More than okay, I'm great," she says, much stronger than before, more confident. "Let's go." 

Roman's lips quirk. "No swimsuit?" she asks, eyeing the identical fluffy towel. 

"Edward isn't wearing one and neither are you." 

Inching forward, she pulls Bella closer, sliding her fingers along her exposed shoulder. "So brave, babe." 

"Shut up," she mutters, ducking her chin to hide the red that spread across her cheeks. "Let's go. Don't want to make him wait any longer." 

"After you," she says, waiting for Bella to move but she remains frozen, and Roman shakes her head fondly and takes her by the hand, leading her from the bathroom and out the sliding glass door that they close behind them. "Let's go, my love." 

Everything was black-and-white, leached colourless by the moon. Walking across the warm powdered sand, she comes to a stop beside his small pile of clothes, a hand pressed to the bark or a curved palm tree. 

Out in the water, the ripples pulsing out from him, Edward stood with his back to them, bare and glowing in the pale moonlight. He was motionless, still, with his palms face down on the unmoving water. The smooth lines of his back, his shoulders,his arms, his neck, the flawless shape of him... 

She releases a shuddery breath and drops her towel in one swift motion. 

Bella's strangled gasp draws the heat inward, shooting sparks down her spine. 

She doesn't focus on anything else as she walks across the white powder, each step bringing her closer to him. The water was warm as it lapped against her legs as she wades forward, cocooning around her until it rose past her hips -- waves breaking against her.

He doesn't move as she places a hand to his back, the muscles there tense and coiled, ready to spring. 

The soft splashing announces Bella's approach, the girl moving to his side to place a hand over his. Roman doesn't move from her place, pressing herself firmer to his back. 

"Beautiful," Bella says.

"It's alright he says, unimpressed. "But I wouldn't use the word beautiful." 

Giggling, she splays her hand across his shoulder, tracing it down his arm. Placing a soft kiss to his back she covers his free hand and links their fingers together. 

"I promised we would try," he whispered, suddenly tense. "If... if I do something wrong, if I hurt you, you must tell me at once."

"Nothing will go wrong," she says, nerves set alight with anticipation. "You won't  hurt us." 

"Don't be afraid," Bella mutters. "We belong together." 

"Soulmates. We're soulmates, remember?" she says, moving around the front so she could see his face. 

He was Adonis. He was the ideal of beauty and she felt her heart burst and pulse race. With Bella there, at his side, they looked like the embodiment of moonlight. Roman smiled, completely and utterly happy, and drew Bella closer, bodies fitting together as perfectly, as beautifully, as they always have. 

Each movement, each kiss and nip of skin, was a dance that they have done before because they knew, they knew and practiced and it was easy to turn that attention to Edward, filling his space with touches that made him tense and strain to hold himself back from reciprocating. 

"Don't be afraid," Bella repeats. "We belong together." 

His arms wrap around them, chest pressed to chest, skin slippery as the three pressed together. 

Roman breathes out, curling her hand around the back of his neck. "I love you," she mutters, speaking to both, to no one in specific. 

Warm fingers touch at her ribs and she swears that they burn her skin, that they'll leave their imprint for the rest of her life. "I love you, too," Bella says, digging her nails into her skin ever so slightly and Roman's breath catches in her chest, a stifled passing parted lips. 

"Forever," Edward agreed, and then pulled us gently into deeper water. 

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*insert sex scene here* i am personally no good at such a thing, but i would like for you all to know that Roman likes it rough. she likes to be manhandled and the thought of leaving marks really makes her go wild. Also,,,, she is a very generous lover and likes to make Bella soft. Also,,,, she really likes biting. 

Do what you will with that information. 

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2020-03-27