Timeline and explanation: This was written prior to the release of BD, so it won't really be taken into consideration. If you've read what I have posted of 'Butter', know that this comes after it chronologically. So, 'Moments' is post-honeymoon, and Bella is not pregnant.
Anyway, Bella and Edward come back to Forks for a week after their honeymoon before jetting off to "Dartmouth" for "college"(still some disputation on that subject) which gives Bella a chance for some final farewells. They are living in the Cullens' guesthouse(newly refurbished and huge), since they are staying for such a short time.

Oh, and they had Edward's bed moved into it…

Anyway, this set for the evening of their first day back, and they've had to visit and talk to a lot of people, so they've had a fairly busy day.

3…..2…..1….LIFT-OFF! Bkkhhrrrr!

Moments Ch 1: First Day, part one

I was in the bathroom, putting away my toothbrush, when, suddenly, a rather handsome sort of blur appeared.


I nearly jumped out of my socks and fell over, but instead found myself enveloped in a pair of arms, the owner of which being the one who had appeared so abruptly and almost caused a heart attack. Edward just laughed at my ever-present clumsiness, and I scowled.

"Why do you do that?"

He grinned crookedly, and my heart gave a pathetic thud.

"Oh, I'll do just about anything to make you fall into my arms like that."

"But I do that anyway," I protested, now smiling in spite of myself.

In an utterly, unfairly tempting manner, he pulled me closer and purred into my ear, "Not nearly often enough, love."

"Mmm," I agreed when he began persuading me, rather unnecessarily but quite enjoyably, that this was true; his actions were every bit as incapacitating as his dazzling, gold-amber eyes.

After a few minutes of good, old-fashioned, and shameless snogging, Edward sighed into my hair.

"I missed you. Horribly, achingly, pitifully."

I knew exactly what he was talking about, but said lightly, "Edward, I was only in here for a few minutes."

I felt him shake his head against my hair.

"You know that that isn't what I meant; we've been out with other people all day, and…I'm used to having you all to myself."

I leaned my head against his chest, Edward automatically tucking it under his chin, and I sighed, "I know; I've missed you, too. A lot."

It was true—not that I'd really been away from him, exactly; we had stayed as close as tactfully possible around other people, but…well, during the three weeks since our marriage, Edward and I had been essentially inseparable; except for when he had gone hunting, the longest we ever went without some sort of physical contact was about seven minutes, and I'm not kidding.

Today, though, we had been completely separated for an entire three hours— stupid, inescapable social graces—because I had gone out visiting a few friends without Edward and could not, for the life of me, find a reasonable(and polite) excuse to cut the visits any shorter. Then, of course, I had to stay with my mother when she drove in from her hotel, though, fortunately, it wasn't long before her off-and-on incredible powers of perception clued her in to my desperate need of Edward's company. His constant and well-received phone calls may have tipped her off, however. So, he was graciously invited to lunch with us. Yeah...sitting next to him had been an astounding improvement, but you just can't have a proper moment of intimacy in the middle of a public restaurant, in plain sight of your mother, no less.

Right now, however, there was no such audience, and we were completely alone; the rest of the Cullens had tactfully decided to all go on a short hunting trip to give us additional privacy on our first day back in Forks.

I wanted nothing more than to take advantage of said loneliness and focus on my perfect husband. So, I tilted my head up to beam lovingly at Edward and slid my arms around his torso. His answering crooked grin caused my heart to flutter in an all-too familiar way.


"—am I thinking?" I finished for him, smiling softly at the way his quiet laughter sweetened the air with its music.


"I'm thinking that…we should fully utilize the time we have together," I suggested innocently.

Edward smirked mischievously.

"And just what did you have in mind?"

I knew what he was thinking, but I had rather a different idea. I stepped back(with great effort), took his hand, and looked back up at his now curious face.

"Let's…go for a walk, okay? Please?"

(What were you expecting? Oh! You shameful gutter-head! Is that all you think of? But don't worry; plenty of romantic fluff ahead)

I needed to be with him on more than just a physical level; I needed to spend time with the man I adored in the place I had come to love and would be leaving behind all too soon, yet somehow not nearly soon enough.

I watched Edward search my face till his own lit with understanding. He smiled warmly, and led ius nto the bedroom portion of that ludicrously large guesthouse to help me into a jacket and a few other warm accessories.

Once I was properly attired to deal with the cool weather, not to mention Edward's own personal chill, we set out the door to the wilderness beyond, hands securely we stepped out, it was dusk, one edge of the sky a paling orange-pink, the other darkening to indigo. We ambled along a little-used path in the woods, though in truth we didn't need one—Edward would never get us lost.

We were silent for a time, lost in a comfortable, still world all of our own. Then Edward chuckled.

"Do you remember how we used to take turns bombarding each other with questions?"

I laughed and teased, "Yes, 'bombarding' is a good word; you were totally relentless."

"Well, it isn't my fault that you're so intriguing," he countered.

I shook my head in wonder.

"How I could ever be intriguing to you I'll never understand."

"Then I'll never stop explaining it to you," he said huskily, and he turned so that he could use his free hand to cradle my head, and he kissed me sweetly. When we parted, I felt very warm, if a bit dizzy. We continued our leisurely promenade through paradise.

As we walked, I leaned into him and sighed, "And you explain things so well, too."

Edward grinned.

"Perhaps I should become a teacher, then."

My head shot up and I looked at him with an air of horror.

"Not with lessons like that, you won't!" Then I paused in thought. "…unless you were thinking of becoming a private instructor?" My expression grew sly and crafty at that last part.

Edward grinned knowingly.

"Of course, dear; what would make you assume otherwise? I don't have the patience for any...other pupils." He pretended to shudder in disgust, and I giggled, relaxing into him again.

We stopped again, this time beneath an old, large tree, and we kissed, more seriously now.

"It seems as if you have taken this subject before, Mrs. Cullen; you are much too good at it."

The way he said Mrs. Cullen always sent pleasant shivers up and down my spine, and he knew it.

"Perhaps. Have you taught it before, Professor?"

Edward just laughed.

"My, my, but you are pert," he said sternly. "Whatever shall I do to punish you?"

I grinned impishly and leaned up on tip-toe, saying, "May I make a suggestion?"

My Edward grinned back and brushed his lips across mine ever so gently, placing brief but lingering butterfly kisses strategically all over my face. When he pulled away, he looked down at me in a way that made me want to collapse—and I nearly did, too, after all that tortuous treatment.

I felt as if my poor, human heart was much too small to contain all the wonderful things he made me feel, like it was swelling, constantly trying to make room for it all—which was almost sort of painful, in a way, but definitely and exquisitely marvelous, too.

I could see something…stirring pensively behind his eyes as he looked at me.

"What is it?" I asked. He had the most peculiar expression of deep reminiscence on his glorious face... and I wanted to know what it was about.

He just looked at me questioningly.

"You're thinking—remembering—something," I explained.

He laughed softly, still fondly thoughtful.

"I can't keep anything from you, can I?" He brought a hand to my face and lovingly tucked a stray lock of hair behind my ear.

"Edward?" I prompted gently.

"I was just remembering our first kiss," he finally replied softly.

I blushed, then winced.

"I'm still sorry about that; I can't believe I reacted that way!"

He raised an eyebrow at me.

"Sorry? Bella, up until that point, the best kiss I ever had was from my mother."

I had to laugh at that.

Edward chuckled.

"I'll admit, though, I was a tad shocked that you would respond so…forcefully."

I went red again.

"Well, believe you me, I was just as surprised as you were, if not more so," I said somewhat defensively—okay, really defensively.

Edward caught that and grinned.

"Oh, I'm not saying that it wasn't immensely pleasurable."

My flush deepened, and he chuckled deeply, bringing his chilled hand to my burning cheek.

"Bella, you are adorable when you're embarrassed, did you know that?"

I don't think my face could have gotten much redder at that point. I ducked my very tomato-like head into his stone chest and mumbled, "Oh, stop it."

His arms encircled me reflexively, comfortably, and I could hear the faux-innocent smile in his voice when he said, "Stop what?"

"You know very well 'what'; you're making fun of me," I accused.

"Bella!" He acted appalled, but I knew better. "I would never do that!"

"Not out loud, anyway," I muttered under my breath, knowing full well that he could hear me.

"You think you know what goes on in my head?" he asked, clearly amused.

I lifted my head thoughtfully and wrapped my arms around his neck.

"Hmm…not everything in your head…but certain things, yes."

He smirked. "Such as?"

I shook my head. "Mm-mm; if I tell you what I know, I forfeit certain…advantages."

Edward's eyebrows shot up incredulously.

" 'Advantages'? Emmett's right; you are diabolical," he chuckled.

I grinned evilly; he had no idea.

Abruptly, he pouted.

"You won't tell me just one thing?"

I shook my head, still grinning tightly—though I admit, my eyes were probably beginning to glaze over. "Not. A. Chance."

He bent his head so that our foreheads touched, eyes alight with mischief.

"I think that I could convince you otherwise," he threatened.

So I scoffed challengingly, "I'd like to see you try." I would love to see him try, in fact.

Edward's eyes sparkled, and, slowly, he pressed himself forward till I was lodged firmly between the tree and himself.

"You really shouldn't have said that," he purred in the low, seductive voice he saved for me.

His scent was already making me dizzy, and vaguely I questioned whether I'd retain consciousness long enough for him to get anything out of me. Even more distantly, I wondered what I would tell him if he did.

The touch of his hand was soft as he trailed the back of his fingers from my left temple and down my jaw, skimming just under my lower lip. My breath was ragged and uneven, coming in erratic gasps. His mouth soon followed the same path, and I felt him smile. He turned his head to create a burning path of kisses down the right side of my neck, no doubt pleased with himself as he felt my racing pulse beneath his lips. His hands slid up my arms and over my shoulders to tilt my head back, thus allowing him greater access to the hollow at the base of my throat. I shivered, but not from the chill.

"You really don't want to tell me?" he asked in a pitiful tone.

Oh, he was gooood.


He carefully continued with his kisses across my collarbone and on to the curve between my neck and shoulder, my chest heaving in an effort to refrain from passing out.

"What…exactly, have you…been using…to your 'advantage'?" he murmured silkily into my skin between contact, coming closer and closer to my ear.

With what took massive amounts of willpower, I somewhat jerkily shook my head, smiling faintly. O-o-oh, no; this felt waaaay too amazing to surrender just yet.

Again, I felt his mouth turn up at the corners. He was amused at my resistance! He kissed the corner of my own mouth, taunting me. I tried to turn to kiss him properly, but he wouldn't have it.

"You're mean," I whimpered.

"You asked for it," he pointed out in a husky voice.

Then I grinned smugly, half snapping out of the spell he had woven.

"I most certainly did."

He pulled back quickly to look at me and his jaw dropped. I cackled evilly.

"Diabolical, indeed! That's an understatement if ever there was one!"

I laughed again, and sighed.

"And you make it so easy sometimes, too," I said sweetly.

He glared at me playfully. "Whom is making fun of whom, now?"

"Aw, come on, Edward," I said soothingly, standing on tiptoe and kissing him on the cheek. "You know that I love you."

He sighed, then smiled fondly. "Sometimes it seems as if that's the only thing I know for certain about you."

Finally, he kissed me—for real, this time. It was so sweet and loving that I couldn't stand up on my own anymore—not that I needed to worry; Edward had his arms about me so securely that I couldn't have fallen if I tried. Still, I clung to him as though my life depended on it. Then, things started getting fuzzy, and I could feel my grip on reality slipping.

When we broke apart, he said, "Please breathe, Bella, love. I don't know what I'd do if you stopped altogether."

I smiled, gasping to do as he ordered. "CPR?" I suggested.

He chuckled, and I noticed that his breathing was a bit ragged as well. After we had calmed down(for the most part, anyway), Edward said, "Come; it's getting late and you need to rest."

I rolled my eyes and said, "Yes, Father."

Edward wrinkled his nose in disgust. "Ugh, don't even joke about that."

I giggled.

"Alright, you silly girl," he said as he scooped me up into his arms, "time for bed."

"Hey!" I protested. "I can walk, you know!"

He shrugged. "Well, if you'd rather," and he started to let me down.

"Whoa, whoa, wait a minute!" I clutched at his shirt to stop him.

He grinned, trying to look innocent. "Yes?'

"Just because I can walk, doesn't mean I want to!"

He laughed, the joyous, musical sound filling the forest in the most amazing way. In a few moments, we were back at the Cullen's guesthouse, jwhich was ust a quarter of a mile away from the main building. Once inside, Edward set me down gently and helped me out of my jacket and such.

"So, when is everyone coming back?" I asked.

"Tomorrow, probably."

I sighed, loudly.

He laughed. "What?"

I frowned. "Alice wants to take me shopping."

"Is that such a bad thing?"

"Not exactly, but I have this funny feeling that it'll last for something like, I dunno, twelve hours."

Edward nodded solemnly. "That would be a problem," he said, but something sparked in his eyes. A slow smile graced his face, and I felt my own lips turn upwards in response.

"Do I sense an ingenious master-plan forming?" I asked, already getting excited.

His smile widened. "An actual plan? No, of course not; Alice is privy to any decisions concerning her shopping expeditions," he explained as we continued getting ready for bed, and he continued, "Let us just say that I have a…very general idea. Several of them, actually. And I won't know which ones to implement until the prime opportunity presents itself."

"Mm, sounds exciting," I said as I finished combing my hair, and I set the comb down on the dresser next to the bed. I was tying back the long, blue silk nightgown, which Rose had given me, when I caught Edward staring at me in a way with which I had become extremely familiar. His eyes sparkled more intensely, and I looked sidelong at him.

"Edward," I chided, totally insincere, "I thought you wanted me to sleep."

Edward rolled his eyes and tugged me onto the bed with him, grinning madly.

"Bella, when are you going to realize that the phrase, 'time for bed' has an air of ambiguity about it and should not be taken at face value?"

Edward is a very good teacher.

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