A/N: I have an extended author's note at the end, so just a few quick notes before I send you on your way to this chapter.

Thank you to FloridaChickie, who let me grill her repeatedly about her trip to Greece. I couldn't have sprinkled in a lot of these details without your help, and I love you. Thank you to bsmog, who helped me with a certain section of this chapter. Your help is invaluable, my dear. Thank you to TwilightMundi, who has looked at this chapter so many times, I'm embarrassed to even admit it. I am so appreciative of your support and help through these last few chapters.

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“Are you going to tell us where we're going? We'll find out at the airport, you know,” I pointed out.

Jasper's face lit up and he smiled broadly.

“Greece.”

BPOV

The flight seemed to take forever. It had been over 19 hours of travel by the time we got to Greece, with a brief layover in Germany, then Athens. I almost cried when we were in Athens, what I thought was our final destination, and Jasper sadly informed us we were getting into a turbo prop plane for the rest of the trip. Thankfully, the last leg was under an hour, and as we landed and made our way to Santorini, I took in the sights around me.

This is going to be a fanfuckingtastic honeymoon.

My only regret was that we didn't have more time, but I was powerless. Better to enjoy what we had than to spend the time bitching about having so little time.

After Edward and Jasper gathered our luggage, we got into a car Jasper had clearly arranged for. I was nodding off in the backseat between them, exhausted from all of our travel, but too excited to sleep. I could tell they both felt the same, their fingers lazily weaving into mine.

Finally, we were dropped off at the hotel.

Except, when we went inside, there was no check-in desk.

“Jasper?”

“Hmm?”

“Where's the check-in desk?”

Jasper just laughed, guiding Edward and me through the doors. As the driver brought our bags in, we followed Jasper out to the patio. There was a platter with seasoned feta cheese, cherry tomatoes, peppers and onions (a traditional Greek salad), and another with various cut up seasonal fruits. A bottle of what looked like wine sat on the table, with three empty glasses.

“What's so funny? Wait....”

I looked around, a few things clicking into place.

“This whole place....” I took a deep breath, trying to really take it in. “The whole thing?” Apparently my verbal skills had gone out the window. “No,” I whispered, shaking my head.

“Yes,” Jasper confirmed. “The whole thing.”

I looked at Edward, then back at Jasper... then I walked from room to room, refreshed with enthusiasm. We had a whole fucking villa to ourselves? It was HUGE! There were entire rooms we'd never touch during our stay, two master ensuites, a gorgeous swimming pool, more balconies than I could keep track of....

Returning to where the boys sat, noshing on the food laid out for us and sipping their wine as they talked quietly, I flopped into a chair, still partially disbelieving. It was already late in the day, almost evening according to the clocks around, and I began to eat with them, anticipation heavy in the air.

“I arranged for the chef to set out some food for us, figuring we'd be hungry. She won't be back until tomorrow morning, but the fridge and pantry should be stocked.”

“Jasper, this is truly amazing,” Edward said. “Thank you.”

They reached for my free hand and we all squeezed our fingers together, greedily eating and drinking. As we watched the reflection of the setting sun dance off the water, I marveled (out loud several times) at just how blue the water was. I'd never seen such blue water before. It was just like in every photograph or postcard I'd seen, only right there in front of me.

Popping one last cheese cube into my mouth, I licked my fingers clean. Leaning back in my chair, I crossed my arms behind my head and stretched out. The boning in my lingerie was getting to be uncomfortable and I wiggled a bit, adjusting. Traveling for almost a full day in a corset wasn't my best plan, but I knew it would be worth it. At least, I hoped it would.

Edward had been looking right at me, and I actually blushed under his gaze. It was so intense, I shifted in my chair and raised an eyebrow at him in question.

“Love, you have to know what I'm thinking about,” he whispered, leaning closer to me.

He licked his lips, then planted soft kisses along the column of my neck.

“Can I take you to bed, Mrs...” He paused and pulled back. “Miss Swan.” Edward shook his head, eyebrows furrowing in the middle. “I'm still going to lobby for Cullen eventually, I hope you both know that.”

The three of us laughed, and I took their hands in mine. A saucy smile spread across my face as I glanced between them, taking just one moment longer than normal to absorb their faces, their smiles, their happiness, and their exhaustion.

“You can both take me to bed,” I said, trailing into another yawn. “I am kind of tired.”

I bit my lip to hide the smile from them as they trailed behind me. I was tired, but I had plans first.

Hearing them talk softly between themselves, likely trying to figure out if I was kidding or not, I giggled. I sat on the edge of the bed and took my sandals off, kicking my feet out and watching as they finally entered the room, hands linked together.

Flopping back onto the bed, my arms went above my head as I stretched and relaxed. I could hear the rustling of clothes and smiled up at the ceiling. I didn't have much time to be smug before I felt warm hands on my skin. I was glad I'd worn a comfortable cotton dress on the plane, but it also meant I'd been subjected to their teasing several times during the flight.

I couldn't hold in the soft hum at their touch. One hand on each side of my body went under the fabric of my dress, lifting it as they moved. My hips raised up and the material continued to gather. Grateful for the warm weather, I sat up and pulled the garment off. They both groaned, but Edward was the first to attack me, pushing me back to the bed. When his fingers flew underneath the cups of the corset, I gasped.

“Please tell me you brought more lingerie,” Edward begged.

Jasper and I laughed, but I suspected not for the same reasons.

“I don't know, my love, you have to ask your partner in crime over there. He's the one that packed, remember?”

Tilting my head so I could watch them both, I smiled as they simply nodded their heads a few times and raised eyebrows, some strange and silent guy code passing between them. Satisfied with Jasper's non-answer answer, Edward went back to teasing me.

Usually, Edward's hands were soft and gentle, but the travel, school, stress, I wasn't sure exactly, had made his skin more rough. The pads of his fingers swept over my nipples, and I felt my hips move, pressing my lower half into his. A soft whimper escaped when he grabbed me more roughly than usual.

Pushing his body into mine, I sank slightly further into the plush bed. My legs were spread wide, his body between them, and I realized I was shamelessly rubbing against him to seek friction. Jasper's hands were still on my body and I turned to kiss him as Edward shifted lower. Edward's hands were on my hips, his chin resting at the top of my pelvic bone as he looked up at us. I made eye contact with him and smiled, the three of us seeming to take a collective deep breath of relief in that moment.

As Edward sprinkled kisses all around, he slowly pulled my panties off. Jasper's hands moved to my breasts, repeating the same attention Edward had just given them. Smiling about the differences between the two, I was taken out of my thoughts as I felt Edward at the bottom of my corset, unhooking the snaps. Once he had it open I sat up, allowing Jasper to pull it away and off the bed.

We laid together, the three of us, nestled on top of the blankets for a lot longer than I thought we might. We touched and teased each other, kissing, whispering, licking, sometimes biting... always enjoying. It was unspoken that we were all exhausted, however, and I knew we'd be saving the acrobatics for some other day. The way they were touching me, I was touching them, was intensely sexy and sensual at the same time.

I was reduced to begging for them after they'd brought me to my first slow orgasm of what I was sure would be many on our trip. I felt Jasper's body shift away and then return, hands snaking low on my body in preparation. Over the last eighteen months, we'd learned what we each liked best, learned how to perfectly tease and ready our lovers' bodies. Each practiced move was skillfully executed, and before I even thought about it too much, we were joined and moving together as one.

My eyes closed lightly as my hands roamed in front of me and behind. We were so close to each other, I had no idea how they even seemed to be moving as much as they were, I only knew I was enjoying it... a lot. So much so, in fact, that I got lost in the sensations and couldn't keep track of whose hands were whose, where they were, and what they were doing.

Feeling lightheaded for a moment, I took a few deep breaths and smiled, remembering back to how overwhelming it was being with both of them in the beginning. None of that intensity was gone, I had simply learned to tame the raging inferno that was our lovemaking into something I could handle.

“God, I love you both so much,” I whispered.

Lips pressed to my closed eyelids and hands continued to tease, teeth scraping skin, as our breathing accelerated. I wanted to be greedy and selfish, live right in this moment forever; paradise at our doorstep, wrapped up in each other, lost in our pleasure and love. Both of them murmured responses to my words, verbal caresses of my heart.

Jasper's fingernails lightly scraped my hip, then teased their way to my clit. My forehead was pressed against Edward's, and when I opened my eyes again, I could see the effort of holding off his own orgasm clearly written across his face. I shifted and flexed my hips, head moving back toward Jasper. He turned and kissed me, the new position leaving my chest open for Edward's attention. It was soft and tender, the perfect way to end what was essentially our wedding day, and my body tightened quietly.

The slow burn seeped into my muscles, then seized me quickly. My lips and tongue were still playing with Jasper's as I whimpered and came, my entire body stiff. Jasper kissed down my neck and to my collarbone as his mouth latched to my skin and I began to recognize the sounds of his own orgasm washing over him. His hand had drooped lazily at my center, but I felt him press his fingers against me as he stopped moving and it was almost enough to send me into another climax.

“Please...”

It was all I could get out, needing both of them so badly still, and Jasper's hand began to move against my body again. Dipping lower periodically, I knew he was teasing Edward just as much, and it was in those moments that I always felt entirely connected to both of them, in every sense of the word. Jasper had pulled back slightly for a moment, then pressed more tightly against me.

As Edward's body rocked into mine, I could tell they were looking at each other and a flash of them together flew through my mind. I moaned softly and let go, feeling both of their arms around me, Edward's body still moving, Jasper's hands never stopping. Hearing Edward swear as he came made me smile, even if it was an exhausted half-smile.

Laughing lightly once we'd all gone still, I felt Jasper move my limp body as he worked the blanket down and covered the three of us with a soft top sheet. He curled back into his spot behind me and I fell asleep so quickly, I didn't get a chance to tell them the million and one things drifting in my brain. I was content, knowing we had time on our side at that moment.

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I don't think any of us got up at all through the night. Typically, I'd wake up in some new position, wrapped around Edward or Jasper, waking up to pee or get a glass of water, but I slept like an absolute rock. My arms were sore as I moved after waking, still nestled comfortably between Edward and Jasper.

After a moment of simply laying there, basking in the bliss of having no plans, no errands to run, just the three of us and paradise, I pressed a kiss to the base of Edward's neck. I smiled as I ran my hand up and down his arm slowly. I burrowed my nose against his neck and inhaled, luxuriating in his scent. My leg curled up his body, hooking around his hips and pulling us tighter together. Jasper curled behind me, the three of us nestled in a cocoon of blankets.

“Good morning, baby,” Jasper said, kissing my neck.

“Good morning to you, too. And you, Edward. So weird sometimes to not just be saying that to one person...” I mused.

Edward's hand tightened on my arm and I thought about what we might do that day. I peeked up and looked at the clock, surprised it was already late in the morning. Flopping onto my back, I stretched and yawned, looking out the window to assess the day. Still beautiful.

“Come on, boys, we've got some touristy things to be doing.”

Sitting up, I climbed out of bed and walked to the bathroom. The shower wasn't big enough for the three of us, so we each used separate bathrooms to get ready. After my turn was over, I got dressed and joined them at the large dining table.

I scooped berries and yogurt onto my plate, then grabbed a piece of toast. Edward got up, giving each of us a kiss on his way to the bathroom. Jasper and I talked about our plans to walk the city and do a little shopping. We wanted to spend that day closer to the villa relaxing, with plans the next day to do a bit of sightseeing, then go into Fira for more relaxing, a nice dinner, and drinks at a nearby club. I was impressed with the research Jasper had done and the time that had gone into his plans. He had a short itinerary for each day, but told me he was flexible, he just needed to contact the driver and chef if we needed things moved around.

Once Edward was ready, we walked to a coffee shop. While we didn't hold hands, we did sit together and no one hesitated with showing their affection for anyone else. The shop was doing brisk business and I felt fairly certain no one was paying close enough attention to us for it to matter. We spent several hours there reading our books, talking about the future, working on crossword puzzles together.

When we got back to the villa, the chef was putting the finishing touches on dinner. It was nice to meet her and have a wonderful, home cooked meal. We ate out on the balcony again, watching the sun dip low as we fed each other. We had another bottle of chilled wine we enjoyed as well.

“Swim?” Edward asked when the food was gone and the wine bottle was nearly empty.

“Mmhmm,” I replied.

I swung my hips as I got up and walked to the bedroom to change, an extra smile in my step. We already had one night gone and the second was closing in on us fast. Rummaging through the drawers our bags had been unpacked into, I found a new, cute bikini and undressed. Of course, that was the moment Jasper and Edward came into the room, but we stayed focused and each changed.

Once we were in the pool, we played and splashed, laughing as we talked more and hung out. Edward and Jasper had begun to kiss and I decided to see just how far they'd take things without my interference. It had been a while since I'd seen them so playful with each other, real life and our time apart weighing on all of us. Jasper reached for my hand as they got out of the pool, but I shook my head, motioning to the lounge chairs. I hoped the arched eyebrow and pleading look on my face were enough of an indication of what I wanted.

Smiling at me, he moved his attention back to Edward, whispering his plan. Just as I'd hoped, I had a front-row view of them as they touched and loved each other feet away from me. I paid attention to the way their bodies rocked against each other, muscles flexing and backs arching as they licked, touched, and sucked each other to orgasm in a sixty-nine position.

There was something beautiful to me each time we were intimate with each other, whether it was a kiss on the cheek or making love, or even dirty, hard fucking. Sure, when Edward and Jasper were together it sometimes stoked jealousy in me, but watching them that night only made me remember how we began. Without their previous relationship, we wouldn't have been there.

When they'd had their fill of each other, several moments spent curled up together, I sat on the chair next to them. My hands reminded them that it was okay to be apart from me, and with me. I did my best to reaffirm my love for each of them, as well as the unit of us as three. Eventually, we went inside, each of us taking a quick shower to rinse off from the pool, then lounged in bed until we fell asleep.

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The next morning, we woke to the most intoxicating smell. We got dressed and made our way to the kitchen to find the chef had left an assortment of freshly baked pastries and coffee. As we ate, Jasper told us about the specific plans for the day. We would go to Akrotiri and Ancient Thira, then move on to Fira for dinner, dancing, and drinks.

Leaving the villa seemed like a good idea, but the prospect of a full day was also daunting. Edward brought his camera, though, and I was hopeful we'd get some nice photos for our wall and photo album. We held hands through the drive, making more small talk. I was amazed at how the three of us never seemed to run out of random things to talk about.

We took in the historical sites, Edward with the camera practically glued to his face. Some other tourists wandered by and asked if we wanted a photo together several times, so I knew we'd have a few photographs of all three of us, and that made me ecstatic. I wasn't much for the history, but I enjoyed the beauty and sights.

Mid-day, we arrived back at the villa to change and get ready for our night out. Jasper warned us that the nightlife went very late, and we'd be having a late dinner as well, so we had a light snack. We took a leisurely swim and I tried not to think about the visual of the two of them together from the night before, but failed miserably. I was antsy and could feel the anticipation growing and building between us.

When we'd had enough of the pool, we got ready for our night on the town. I was glad to be going out, enjoying some of the late night spots, doing a little dancing with them. I put on a little makeup and wore the dress and Alice had obviously packed for a night out. Smiling, I stepped into my modest strappy heels, and headed into the sitting room to let the boys know I was ready. Jasper had a pair of dark jeans and a light-colored button-up on and Edward was dressed similarly. They both looked hot and I couldn't help the internal whimper and thought that perhaps we should just stay in.

Regardless of my thoughts, we did go out, and it was wonderful. We had a fresh, satisfying dinner with local wine. We tapped our glasses together lightly after Jasper made a toast to our future, each of us with a mile-wide grin on our faces.

The club was another story altogether. It was loud, pulsing with music and alcohol. We had more than one round of ouzo shots, indulging in the alcohol together knowing we had a safe ride back to the villa. No one even gave us a second glance on the dance floor with the three of us together. The silky fabric of my dress slid against my skin as we danced, and I laughed more than I'd laughed in weeks. I felt sexy, worshipped between them, supremely loved.

And horny.

Standing on my tiptoes, I whispered directly into Jasper's ear. Edward was behind me with his hands on my hips as I begged Jasper to cut our night short and head back. I didn't have to ask twice.

True restraint had been required in the car on the drive back. Each of them had a hand on a leg, slowly inching up, teasing and tormenting me. Of course, I was doing the same to both of them. When we got back, we didn't even make it to the bedroom. Stopping in the front sitting area, we let the alcohol and hormones get the best of us while we indulged in a quick, satisfyingly-sweaty romp together.

As we laid in bed after, hands and mouths back to the gentle touches and caresses I was used to, I couldn't help but sigh with contentment. We had an iPod with a dock in the room and I listened as the sounds of our playlist lulled me to sleep, aching at the lyrics and melodies of our favorite songs. Finally, long after Jasper and Edward had, I fell asleep.

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We spent the next morning much as the previous; we woke up and ate breakfast together. I heard the chef leave, so I slipped into a sexy lace and satin camisole and panty set to lounge around in.

Jasper laughed as he spotted me coming into the kitchen. “Woman, are you never satisfied?”

I couldn't help it, it seemed like a good moment to tease him back. “Good thing there are two of you,” I said, winking.

We sat together and ate as we talked about the day. We were going to have a picnic lunch, then have a relaxing movie night.

“It's a good thing I know you so well, my little nymph, because tonight I'm going to show you all about those curiously strong mints,” Jasper said, eyebrows waggling.

My gaze turned to Edward and I raised my eyebrows at him, eyes wide.

“Oh, Jasper brought a few things from the naughty box, love. Didn't you know?” His deliciously evil smirk told me that he knew I'd been clueless to that fact, and he was enjoying teasing me.

“Pretty sure I'm the luckiest girl in the world.”

Leaning back in my chair, I laughed and sighed dramatically.

The morning was spent checking email, sending photos to Alice, Angela, Esme, and Victoria. I turned the iPod on again as I laid in bed. I curled up under the covers, a little glad to hog the whole bed as Jasper and Edward each checked their email and did whatever it was they wanted in that time. It was just a short nap, but it was perfect and filled with technicolor dreams.

Pretending I was still asleep, I felt the wet kisses begin at my ankle. They were soft, tentative. The lips brushed against my skin between presses, tongue dipping out now and then to lick as they moved. Teeth gently scraped behind my knee, soft nibbles designed to help bring me from my slumber. I was fighting so hard to stay still, but I didn't want this to end, especially not with where the mouth in question was headed. Once the kisses trailed up the inside of my thigh, I felt what had to be his nose trail up and down the center of my panties, hot breath tempered through the material. A tongue snaked out and traced up and down each edge, teasing my lips beneath the fabric.

Without thought, I shifted my hips and pressed into the mouth, a soft hum coming from my mouth. The foreign body lifted and moved away from me.

“Hungry?”

Edward's voice was rough, and the single word almost came out like an answer to his own question.

“You have no idea,” I responded, opening my eyes. It was true, I was starving – for food, and more.

“Come on, then. Let's take a quick shower while Jasper puts the last touches on the picnic. He's already been in and out.”

“I'll say,” I whispered with a giggle.

Edward and I linked hands and walked to the shower. Although I thought he was cruel for teasing me, it was totally something I'd have done myself, so I couldn't hold it against him too much. We got ready quickly, both of our stomachs rumbling and causing us to laugh.

The three of us held hands, Edward in the middle, with Jasper carrying a huge picnic basket. I had a tote bag with a blanket and some other supplies in it. We walked a short distance and set up our lunch.

Our knees touched when we sat, the three of us forming a circle. Jasper began to unpack all the goodies in the basket, and I laughed when he handed me a bag of chips.

“Oregano Lays, Jazz? That's…” I scrunched up my nose at the thought. “I don't even know. That can't possibly be good.”

“The chef swears by them. You don't have to eat them if you don't like them, I let her pack most of this,” he said with a shrug and a smile.

I squealed when I saw him unpack a small jar of what looked like a Greek version of Nutella. “Gimme!” I demanded. I'd been right, and we enjoyed some after eating the bulk of our lunch.

The picnic was more of a feast than a meager picnic, and we ate until we were stuffed. The blanket cushioned the hard ground as we laid back, holding hands and watching lazy clouds float by.

By the time we made it back to the villa, it was getting late. We popped popcorn and sat together, snuggling and watching the movie. I couldn't get Jasper's earlier comments, or Edward's teasing, out of my head, though, and I was practically squirming in my seat by the time the movie was over. As we shut off all of the components and got ready to go into the bedroom, the excitement in the air was palpable.

Once we were in the bedroom, Jasper told Edward and me to undress each other while he dug around in the one bag he had carried inside himself. We did so, taking our time and enjoying each other as we each tried to peek and figure out what Jasper had brought. Finally, we were undressed and Jasper was finished. The room looked like a toy shop had exploded, and I had to laugh. Jasper had brought the anal beads, glass dildo, Altoids, and several other fun toys.

He turned and gave me a wicked grin, then told me to get up on the bed. God, I love commanding Jasper.

I demurely climbed onto the bed, okay maybe wagging my hips in the air once I was on all fours, and sat primly with my legs stretched out and crossed at the ankle in front of me. My feet were wagging back and forth, the anxiety and anticipation seeping out in nervous tics.

Jasper opened the Altoid tin and held it for Edward first. I watched as his magical fingers plucked a small, white disc and popped it into his mouth. Jasper did the same, then closed the tin and tossed it to the side.

Again, small, light kisses began at my ankle, this time from Jasper's mouth. He kept his eyes up, watching me intently as he would kiss, then blow against my skin. The minty tingle had begun and as he kissed a path up, my mind extrapolated that he'd be right where I wanted him soon, the same tingly sensation likely intensified.

I was propped up on my hands watching him, but my head dipped back and my eyes closed. The bed moved and I felt heat from what could only have been Edward's body, followed quickly by his tongue lapping gently at my nipple. Moaning, I pushed my chest slightly out, not wanting him to stop. His closed lips brushed against the sensitive skin and I really wanted to feel the cold, tingling sensation again.

“More,” I breathed more than spoke, one of my hands moving to the back of his head.

When Jasper reached the apex of my thighs, I had to lay back. There was no way I could hold myself up with one arm under his ministrations, and as soon as my head hit the pillow, he began to lick slowly. It was a very focused effort, and I writhed, moaning, as the tingling picked up. He blew softly at the top of my slit and I made more loud noise and shivered.

The tingling burned, not in an unpleasant way, but in a needy ache I could feel all over my body. My other hand had begun playing with Jasper's hair, twirling locks between my fingers and occasionally tugging. My hips moved against his mouth, his hands scooped beneath my body, cupping me. His tongue dipped lower, taking the sensation everywhere, and I pressed him harder into me.

Edward kept up his movement as well, switching sides and bringing the delightful tingle and ache to the other side of my breasts. He teased my nipple, kissing and licking all around the fleshy part of my breast before making direct contact.

As Jasper's movements picked up, I could feel my orgasm swell. I was literally throbbing with the anticipation and it didn't take much longer for me to come. He'd begun to pull back and whisper to me and it was a strange combination of cold from the mints and his breath, and heat from his tongue, his words encouraging me.

I could feel my fingers tighten on each of their scalps as my orgasm approached, and I was willing my hands to unclench, but unable. To my surprise, they both groaned, a deep sound of pleasure. My mind unfocused and I let go, babbling incoherently as I felt my release crash into my body. It was loud, fiery, intense, and oh so fucking good.

My first instinct when my orgasm had receded was to beg one or both of them to be inside me, but I wanted to tease and pleasure then as they had done for me. Sitting up, I laughed, certain my hair had become a tangled rat's nest with all of the writhing I'd done. I kissed them each, intense, hard kisses. I could taste myself on Jasper and it made us both moan.

“My turn,” I said with a wicked grin. “Edward, help Jasper out of his clothes, please. Then, both of you, lay down next to each other, legs hanging off the bed, edge of the bed at your knees.”

As I found the tin of mints, I formed my plan of attack, so to speak. I rummaged through the toy pile and grabbed what I needed, making my way back to them.

“Excuse me, did I say you two could kiss?” I tapped my foot in mock disapproval.

Edward turned from Jasper's body to look at me and I had never seen him look quite so lusty before. One side of his perfect mouth quirked up. “I just needed to taste you.”

I had to shake my head as visions of my plan being tossed out the window and riding Edward's sweet face came unbidden. Reminding myself it was their turn – my turn? – I set my things down on the floor where they couldn't get too good of a look at what I had.

“Back to where you were, naughty boys.” I motioned with my hands for them to move back onto their backs. “Stay closer together, though,” I instructed, and they moved. “Perfect.”

They were lying so that Edward's right and Jasper's left leg were touching, and I drank in their delicious, naked bodies for a moment. I smiled and went to work, having placed a mint in my mouth before I'd turned back to them.

My hands went up each of their outer legs, my knees lowering to the floor. My hair was loose, tickling them as I worked my hands higher. I made sure to give them the same attention Jasper had given me, kissing, licking and nibbling my way on each of their bodies to where I wanted to be. I'd never been a huge fan of the blow job, but this seemed far more intense and interesting. I couldn't wait to see how they would each react.

Swiping my tongue out, I explored Jasper first. I began at the base of his cock, wrapping my lips around the ridged skin. He moaned softly, his body responding and his hips pressing into me. I smiled, then moved to Edward's body, repeating the same motions. When they'd each had what I hoped was a tiny taste of the tingling sensation, I backed up for a moment to prepare the toys. I slicked lube onto each of them, then moved to Jasper's body first.

I touched and caressed him before pressing the bulbous beads into his body, a groan coming from him as each sphere disappeared. As I pressed the dildo into Edward, I realized this was going to take both hands, plus my mouth, and a lot of patience on their part.

Deciding to make them sweat a little, I quickly washed my hands before returning to them. I kept one hand at the base of each their lengths, thumb pressing and teasing the toy they had, as my mouth worked against their skin. I loved hearing them together, listening to the sounds of their growing pleasure as they mixed in the air above me.

Shifting from each of their bodies, I alternated between simple licks and kisses to taking them completely into my mouth, doing my best to make sure I didn't gag on or swallow the mint. At some point, I got tired of keeping track of it, decided it was distracting me from really focusing on them, and chewed the rest of it, hoping the lingering menthol in my mouth would be enough.

Looking up, I could see them kissing and it only turned me on more. Each of them had a hand in my hair, sometimes pulling, but usually stroking and caressing. Jasper's hand would come down and stroke my cheekbone when I was on his side, Edward's staying mostly tangled in the tresses.

Refocusing all of my attention on Jasper, I used one hand to stroke the parts of him that weren't in my mouth on each up and down movement, the other teasing and toying with the string of beads. I gripped him tighter, sucking and licking at the head of his shaft as I felt his thighs tense beneath me. Knowing he was close, I pulled off and blew a cool breath across him.

His hand in my hair tightened and redirected me back onto him. I complied with a laugh, then a moan as I wrapped my lips around his skin again. When I could feel him tense back up again, my tongue teasing and stroking him as I sucked, my other hand slowly pulled the beads out. As I felt the first one escape, his orgasm began and I tugged faster. He clearly enjoyed that, as his hand pressed me harder against his body and I took him all the way inside my mouth. I tried not to gag on him, and his other hand flew to the other side of my head, attempting to pull me back. I responded by sucking harder as he spilled the last of his orgasm inside me.

I could hear him murmuring an apology at me and I just shook my head, deciding not to respond at that moment; I had other things I wanted to focus on. I put a fresh mint in my mouth, crushing and swallowing it quickly before moving back to Edward's body. My hands focused on him and I could hear them kissing above me again, the sounds causing me to rub my thighs together in need.

My thumb tapped the base of the glass object buried deep inside him as I swirled my tongue around the head of his thick cock. Taking it between my lips, I sucked gently at first, a little reminder of our time before I had focused on Jasper. His hand was still in my hair, stroking and caressing me as I did the same to his body. I lowered my mouth, swiping licks and kisses at his base and then blowing soft streams of air. I could hear him making insanely sexy noises against Jasper and decided to end his torture, delightful though I was sure it was.

Taking him all the way back inside my mouth, I moaned again, the reverberations vibrating my lips as I moved up and down his saliva-slicked skin. One of my hands was still manipulating and playing with the toy and the other had moved to the base of him, as with Jasper, squeezing tightly. I had to laugh that I knew their bodies so well, the differences in what each of them liked versus what they loved, and marveled that I seemed to be able to keep it straight in my head. I swallowed the giggle, my throat providing an extra vacuum sensation, and I felt Edward's body stiffen. My hand pressed the dildo harder into him and he came in my mouth, his own loud cries muffled by Jasper's mouth.

Removing the glass, I laid it on the towel I'd grabbed when I washed my hands, next to the beads. I crawled up the bed between them and laid down, our hands meshing and mingling on bodies. We fell asleep without a single word needed between us.

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Waking up slowly, I stretched and blinked a few times. It was our second-to-last full day in Greece. We had no plans to do anything but laze about, love each other, and make the most of what was likely one of the last days of the three of us together for a while. Edward's residency would begin the day after we got back and chaos would ensue, school demanding (and receiving) more of his time than Jasper and I.

I turned to Edward and kissed the back of his neck, fingers raking through his messy mop. I scratched his scalp like I knew he loved.

“Good morning,” I whispered as I kissed just beneath his earlobe.

My arm moved to wrap around his body, beneath his arm, and I kissed along his shoulder blades. He turned in my grip and faced me, smiling back at me.

“Good morning, love.”

“Sleep well?” I asked.

His arms went above his head as he stretched. His long, lean, naked body elongated before me and seemed to beg for my touch. I kissed him tentatively as my hands raked through his insanely sexy hair. Long, warm fingers wrapped around the curve of my ass, pulling me closer to him.

Edward practically purred as he continued pulling, rolling us so he was beneath me. His hands gripped my hips, guiding my body over his. It was slow as we teased each other, his erection sliding between my lips, teasing my clit. I was sitting up on his lap and looked down to watch his expression as we played and experimented, altering the speed and pressure. His eyes had squeezed tightly closed when I moved faster, head tilting back, mouth open.

Pressing harder into him, I watched as his mouth snapped closed, a fruitless attempt to keep the sound from escaping. Smiling, I let my head fall back slightly, the loose hairs tickling my back as my body moved on its own, hips swaying rhythmically. I could feel my orgasm building and I knew I was going to fall over the edge any second. On the next slide of our bodies, my nails dug into his chest as my body tightened and tensed. I let out a low whine and stopped my movement as he continued to thrust, driving my climax to continue.

Just as the sensation began to wane, his hand left my hip and held his cock so that he thrust deep inside me on his next stroke. We began to move together, not caring anymore about how much noise we were making.

“Fuck,” Jasper whispered, diverting my attention.

I looked over and saw him stroking himself under the sheets, the sight and thought insanely erotic. His other hand snaked over Edward's leg to where we were joined. I always thought it was interesting, the myriad ways we seemed to connect during our activities, both everyday and intimate; even if the three of us weren't directly involved in an act together, the connection between us was still clear. I had another orgasm after Jasper's teasing and touching. It was slower, softer, less overtly intense, but far more emotional. Edward came shortly after I did, pulling me down to his chest as he rode out the last bits of his orgasm.

As we laid together, I imagined what “Edward, Jasper, and Bella” would look like in the future. We talked about how long Jasper wanted to play soccer (forever, if he could, he said, which made me laugh), what Edward wanted to do once he was done in school (open his own practice), and how many babies we wanted (we never could agree on a number). We laughed, I cried (happy and sad tears, over a variety of subjects), and we enjoyed.

Around lunchtime, we realized we'd skipped breakfast, and made our way to the kitchen. We dug through the refrigerator and pantry to fix ourselves lunch, and ate in bed. Eventually, we each put on the bare minimum of clothing and went to the balcony to soak up more beauty and sun.

We walked into the small town again, picking up a few souvenirs for friends and family before stopping at the small cafe we'd been at earlier in the week. We sat again and enjoyed several hours of peaceful togetherness before returning to the villa to watch another movie.

Dinner was laced with sadness, but we did the best we could to keep things upbeat. We went to bed quietly and slept restlessly, each of us tossing and turning at the anxiety of returning to our stressful lives. A benefit I had not anticipated with our trip was the sheer pleasure and relaxation of anonymity in this little Greek city. No one knew Jasper as a soccer player, there was no risk of running into anyone in Edward's doctoral program. We held hands, we touched, we snuck into alleys on cobblestone roads to kiss. I'd miss that freedom, and I quietly cried myself to sleep that night, knowing it was down to the last bit.

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The next day involved lots and lots of swimming and lounging. I had on the bikini from earlier in the week, and Jasper had teased me about how little fabric there was. It was nice to feel the sun on my skin, and I made sure to play it up when he was out of the pool, flirting and teasing him back. Edward had been on his laptop at the table and I was lying on the bench beside him, daydreaming. Jasper walked over to me, dripping with water from the pool, and climbed on top of me.

He was nearly frantic, as if he could sense the freedom slipping away like I had, and he untied my bikini top quickly. His pace slowed after that and I enjoyed the warmth of the day, the sun beaming down on us as we made love slowly and softly. I could see Edward watching from the corner of my eye, and it only made it that much more intense.

We left the house a few hours later for dinner in Fira again. We were dressed more casually than we had been the other night. Walking around to enjoy the city before we had dinner, the three of us openly held hands and were affectionate. The infamous “Gold Street” was fun to walk down and shop, picking up things that would remind us of our trip.

Our driver had given Jasper the name of the restaurant we ate at that night, and it was amazing. The food was delicious and sensual, another meal spent wooing each other and teasingly indulging in public foreplay.

By the time we made it back to the villa, it was late. We had wanted to get an early night in, knowing our flight was insanely early. Instead, we each made the unspoken sacrifice of sleep as we curled together in bed again, replaying the sitting position on the bed where Jasper and Edward locked legs, my body between theirs. It was painstakingly slow and beautifully sexy, sensual, and reaffirming.

The alarm clock went off much too early, and we each showered, packed our bags, and got ready to leave. I took one last moment to let it all out and cry in the shower, but then remembered the joy I felt at starting my new life with them. This was real. We had really committed to each other, forever. The thought cut through my sleepy fog and made me giddy. I couldn't wait to get home, to find a house, to build a home and a life together, in whatever configuration that meant for each of us.

We were driven to the airport by our hired driver, and Jasper shook his hand and thanked him, I was certain offering up a fat tip as well. He'd given his thanks to the chef that morning, passing her an envelope on her way out.

As we made our way through customs and all of the airport requirements, I couldn't help the happy feeling that just kept swelling in my heart. Once we were on board, we took our seats and I smiled at both of them.

I looked out the window as the plane ascended for our trip home, and thought about what the future might bring for us. Who knew where we'd be in five or ten years? There was only one thing I was certain of: wherever we were, it would be together.

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A/N2: Get comfy, this bottom author's note is going to take a while. I do hope you read it, though, as each word is important to me.

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The honeymoon villa in Greece:

A/N: I have an extended author's note at the end, so just a few quick notes before I send you on your way to this chapter.

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Chicago felt like our past, though. We had two more nights there, and then we would begin our future. Nothing was as exciting as that thought.

JPOV

When we got home, Edward and I curled up with our Bella. We were a trio of mostly drunk, overheated bodies together on a tenuously-inflated bed. After we got our giggles out and our gropes and kisses in, we fell asleep fairly quickly (at least, I did), preparing for the long day ahead of us.

The next morning we all went to Toast, and it was actually sad. I could tell Edward was torn between moping about never going to Toast again, and being glad to be together.

“I'm sure there are great brunch places in Seattle,” I teased him.

He looked up and smiled at me, a soft, easy smile that made my heart thump just a little faster.

“I know. I will only miss it a little. I suppose it's worth giving up Toast to get back to Washington.”

Edward winked at the end of his sentence, an unusual display of affection for such a public place. Though we went to Toast often, the layout and popularity of the restaurant didn't lend itself well to privacy.

After breakfast, we met the movers at the apartment. They were only taking some boxes for us, but it was worth the hassle of not having to drive everything ourselves. We sold all of the furniture in the apartment, agreeing to deal with furnishing a house once we found one in Seattle, since it was where we all saw our family settling long-term.

Bella, Sue, and Mom sat and talked about real estate and houses as Dad, Charlie, Edward, and I dealt with the random people that came by to pick up furniture they'd bought from us. Eventually, we stood around in the mostly empty apartment, staring at each other. The only things left were the beds, which would be picked up early the next day before our flight. I decided that I'd really miss our bed the most. It held so many memories, and no matter what I tried, the bed in Seattle just wasn't as comfortable.

We ordered pizza and sat on the floor, eating from paper plates and drinking beer. It already felt like this apartment wasn't our home since I'd moved to Seattle weeks ago, but this was genuinely sealing the deal. The only part of this space I would miss was the shower, and as I thought about it, I had to will away the dirty replay in my head. Sure, we'd had sex in most imaginable positions in there, but we'd also had a lot of serious discussions in that space.

As we laid in bed that night, I couldn't help but share my thoughts.

“Tomorrow, we'll all be in Seattle.”

Bella bounced in the bed, her normal enthusiasm seemingly tripled.

“I know. I can't wait! And the ceremony is just a few days away. Are you guys nervous?” she asked, talking a mile a minute.

Edward and I laughed together, the bed shaking with our movement.

“No, just glad. Glad to be moving on to the next phase of our lives,” he said.

“I agree. I'm not nervous, it sounds like a fairly straightforward day for us. Are you nervous, B?” I asked.

Bella hummed, thinking about her reply before offering it up.

“Not really. I mean, I'm nervous I'll do something like trip or giggle in the middle, but there won't be many people there, and most of them have seen me at my worst already.”

Our bodies were turned toward Bella's, our center, the glue. There was an “Edward and Jasper” before her, but there would be nothing without her. I was exhausted from the day and I squeezed our hands, resting on Bella's hip, and closed my eyes.

My phone alarm rang early the next morning; I really wanted to allow enough time for one last, long, luxurious shower with Edward and Bella, but it just wasn't possible with all of our parents there. Instead, I settled for nuzzling Bella awake. My mouth was nipping and kissing the exposed column of her neck, while my lower half shifted to press up against hers. I was talking softly to her, whispering my love for both of them, as I felt her start to respond. My hand was touching and stroking her breast, making occasional departures to touch Edward's rousing body as well.

Bella was facing away from me, and I felt her body move away from mine, toward Edward. I growled, a mostly playful noise, and moved so that I was pressed up against her again. The net effect was that we were all just a little closer, though, and I was appreciative of that.

Dipping my hand down into her sleep pants, I began to slowly stroke Bella. My other hand was beneath her shirt, teasing her nipple.

“Edward,” I said softly.

I desperately wanted him to catch on and get the hint of what I was hoping to do, without having to spell it all out. Wiggling my hand in her pants, I hoped again. Seconds later, a grin overtook my face as his hand joined in and we began to pleasure her together. His fingers interlocked with mine and we began a slow pace up and down between her lips, over her clit, and back.

She turned onto her back, and I could finally see her face; she had the soft, lust-filled smile I'd grown to love. Once she was settled, each of her hands extended, one down my pants to my cock and one down Edward's.

As my fingers moved with Edward's, I pressed our hands lower. I spread my fingers, Edward's mimicking my movements, and our pointer fingers pressed inside of her together, just a fraction of the way. Her hand gripped my body tighter, almost too tight, and I could tell she was trying her hardest not to make a lot of noise. We were, after all, in the middle of the living room with nothing but a thin blanket over us, with each set of parents theoretically sleeping feet away.

My thumb swept up, lightly brushing over her clit, and she arched her body. Our fingers were still teasing her lower, dipping in and coming slowly back out. I watched her face carefully, the skin around her eyes crinkling as she squeezed them closed even tighter.

Bella's hand resumed her mostly feathery touches, hand twisting and arcing over the head of my throbbing dick. I had no idea what we were going to do with these clothes, these sheets, any of this once we were done – surely there would be a huge mess? I surrendered to the feeling again, though, as she masterfully stroked me.

Working my fingers together with Edward's, we brought Bella right to where we knew the edge was. I could see her working her body against our hands then, eager, needy, wanting. I wasn't ready to let her go, though.

“I missed this: this look. The flush of your body. The quick rise and fall of your breasts. The way you try to hold in every delicious fucking noise bubbling up in your throat, and the moment we push you over and you realize there's just no sense in holding back.”

As I spoke to her, Edward and I slowed our pace. Our fingers were moving at a forced precision, curled around each other, and inside of her. The thought that we were inside her together, both of us in the same space, bringing her body such pleasure, made me harder and I relaxed back slightly, giving my own body a break to indulge in the sensation she was providing.

My body screamed at me, begged me to just be buried deep inside her.

I took slow, controlled breaths to calm my nerves and remind myself we were down to a matter of hours. We'd be in Seattle soon, and that pretty little couch I bought to hold us over until we found a house? We'd be christening that seconds after we got through the door. The thought of bending her or (and?) Edward over the armrest, of taking them hard and fast, making them scream with the pleasure we'd all been denied these months, caused me to fly over the edge and straight into my orgasm. I didn't even have time to warn her, the sensation sneaking up on me so quickly.

Biting my lip to keep any noise from escaping, I prayed the wordless moan vibrating in my throat would be low enough not to be heard. I looked over at Bella and Edward, each of them with a similar look on their faces. I was a fucking mess, I realized. I might as well just go ahead and get messier, right? I decided. Reaching over Bella's body, I turned my body and adjusted my hand playing her, gripping my other hand over the top of hers on Edward. Please, oh please, don't let this bed tip over.

Our hands moved faster and Edward was the first to climax. Bella and I had threaded our fingers together, gripping him tightly. I felt the warm wetness as he pulsed in our hands and it made my own cock throb.

Sitting up, I shifted between their bodies, one leg between each of theirs. I was on my knees, both hands touching and rubbing Bella. Edward had withdrawn his fingers and moved his upper body over hers. They were kissing heavily and the sight was doing nothing for my already reawakened need. Seriously, was I eighteen again? I pressed my fingers up against where I knew her g-spot was and rubbed soft circles, teasing. As I slid the pad of my finger across the spongy surface, I pressed slightly harder at the same time my thumb swiped over her clit. The motion was sort of like a pinch, her body trapped between my thumb and forefinger, a move I knew could bring her to orgasm in seconds. Grateful Edward was somewhat dampening her noises, I watched as she pressed her pelvis into me, needy and greedy, and oh-so-fucking beautiful as she came against my hand.

We laid together briefly before I realized if any of the adults woke up, it would be impossible to explain why Edward and I were walking strange, our lower-halves essentially covered in cum. Although the mess was contained inside our pants, it would have been completely obvious.

Suggesting we take a shower in the detached guest bathroom, we all shuffled in. There was only room for one of us at a time, but we kept each other company and the two that weren't in the shower got in some quality cuddle time. I did consider rubbing one out after I peeled the curtain back and saw Edward pinning Bella to the wall with his body, hands on either side of her head as they made out. I was last to shower, though, and there was a timid knock at the door from Sue, who had to use the bathroom, so I finished getting clean quickly.

As I rinsed the shampoo from my hair, I thought about the last few months in Seattle. I'd been lonely, but our families had pulled together to help me. I'd spent time with Alice, Rosalie, and Emmett, which helped tremendously. Not only did it help my baby phobia, it helped to see how the three of them overcame certain obstacles. I was sure we'd find our own way for some issues, but we didn't need to entirely reinvent the wheel for everything. It was reassuring and comforting. A reminder that other people were in our same situation, and making it work.

My mind drifted to the upcoming ceremony as I toweled off. Edward and Bella left the bathroom, giving me more room to finish getting dressed. I thought about the tuxes Bella had asked us to wear, and how timid she was. She had decided not to ask her father to walk her down the aisle, still stuck in her own thoughts of our ceremony not being worthy of a fuss. On the flight to Chicago, I had talked to Charlie about it briefly and he said he would bring it up with her. To my knowledge, they hadn't yet spoken about it and I was getting nervous.

We had agreed to delay getting our tattoos until after the honeymoon. Without giving anything away, I simply explained that I was concerned we wouldn't have enough time for them to heal before we indulged in the beaches Bella had requested. Edward also wanted time to find a studio that met his fastidious standards.

Opening the door, I was greeted by Sue, legs crossed, embarrassed smile on her face.

“Sorry, Jasper, I would have knocked on Carlisle and Esme's door, but...” she trailed off, face turning a bright shade of pink.

Laughing, I stepped aside to let her in, and apologized for taking so long. I thought about Esme and Carlisle, hoping we would still be just as in love as they were. I was still surprised by Carlisle's confession from the other night of their marital troubles, but it again offered me comfort that they'd gone through bumps and made it out the other side mostly unscathed.

Everything in the apartment was being disassembled. The air mattress was deflating, suitcases were being overstuffed, and I could smell coffee coming from somewhere, despite the fact that our coffee maker had been packed and sent with the movers. I followed the scent and found Charlie in the kitchen.

“Coffee, Son?”

I nodded, grateful, and took the hot cardboard cup from his hands.

Several hours later, we were on the plane, the last of our ties to Chicago cut. Since the plane had two seats on each side, we swapped where we were sitting several times. I paid attention when Bella and Charlie sat next to each other, and when Edward and Carlisle did the same. It felt like so much was going on, but the truth was, I did feel slightly left out. I had no parents, no family, nothing to tie me to anyone, in a familial sense.

“You look a thousand miles away, Jasper. You okay?” Esme asked.

Taking her hand in mine, I replied as honestly as I could. “Yep. I was just thinking how temporary and fragile life is. A good reminder to appreciate those I love while I can.”

She covered my hand with hers and squeezed, her head resting on my shoulder. We sat like that for the rest of the flight, watching Carlisle and Edward in the seats in front of us. Esme whispered stories to me, stories from our childhood that I'd forgotten. The tightening in my gut let go, and I realized that this was my family. The formality of our ceremony in a few days was just that: a formality. Esme and Carlisle loved me like a son already, and loved Bella as a daughter.

Since Carlisle, Esme, Charlie, and Sue had all driven to Seattle together, we split apart after we landed and had our luggage. Edward was like a kid in a candy store at the sight of his car, even if he did chastise me for parking it at the airport.

When we got to the apartment, we were all exhausted from the day of travel and stress. Instead of my previous thoughts of bending them over the couch, we made love quietly and sweetly in our new bed. Speaking in hushed tones, we pressed together as closely as we could get, talking about our future together. Bella had decided not to take the bar exam, opting to spend the next year thinking about what she wanted long-term for her life, as she focused on finding a house and all of the little details that beginning a life with someone entailed. Edward was excited about his residency, but nervous.

I realized my problem with the bed hadn't been the mattress, or the sheets, or any of the things I had thought it might be; it was that it had been too empty. It finally felt right. I finally felt right.

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The next morning was the perfect start to a lazy summer day. Well, almost perfect. The alarm had gone off far too early for my preference, but Edward was getting a few days in before we left for our honeymoon.

“Leaving us so soon, Dr. Cullen?” Bella purred as she watched him getting ready for his first day. She knew he had to go in, this was just pure Bella teasing at its finest.

“For a bit, yes,” he replied.

As he walked back to us still curled up in bed, I admired his body. Even fully clothed, it was obvious Edward was physically fit and took care of himself. He caught me staring and gave me a smile before he leaned down to kiss us each goodbye.

“You,” he inclined his head toward Bella. “Naughty little seductress, don't think I haven't noticed your eyes darting to the closet. No naughty box peeking until I get back home,” he chastised.

Bella mock pouted, then placed a hand on each of us as Edward and I kissed.

“So happy,” she whispered.

Edward broke away from me and made his way out of the bedroom. As he passed the doorway, he turned around and raised an eyebrow.

“I mean it,” he said sternly, raising his voice as he began to walk away again. “No naughty box, or there will be consequences. And not good ones!”

Bella and I laughed together long after the front door closed and was locked. We spent the day puttering around the city and doing last-minute things for the ceremony. She picked up her dress (which she still refused to show me), I went for my final tux fitting, and we ended up having dinner with Edward at Alice, Rose, and Emmett's.

The girls spent most of the time going over dresses, flowers, things I didn't really understand. Emmett, Edward, Avery and I mostly watched TV and talked politics. A few times, I saw Emmett's fire bubble up to the surface, as he spoke about healthcare and other things that affected their trio. I was thankful that we had enough money to deal with most of the problems we would face from that aspect, but I could relate and empathize with their situation. We were simply lucky; it could have just as easily been us struggling to pay hospital bills for births and such.

I smiled at that thought. Whereas I had once been uncomfortable with the idea of having babies with Bella and Edward, the idea had grown on me. It was the wrong time in our lives just then, but I knew without a doubt that one day, I'd see Bella's swollen belly and feel the pride and love I saw when I looked at Emmett holding his baby girl.

When the ladies were finished, we made our way back to the apartment. The next day was going to be full of house hunting, once Edward was finished at the hospital. That night, however, was filled with Naughty Box goodness.

Practically the moment we got inside, Bella was bouncing to the closet in the bedroom, somehow full of energy again. I had taken each insertable item out of its packaging and cleaned it thoroughly in order to prep it for use. I didn't want to have to wait, once we were together, to begin using our toys.

Pulling the box down and setting it on the bed, Bella and Edward tossed the lid aside. As they rummaged around and began tossing things on the bed to experiment with, we were laughing, talking about each toy, flipping through the books, carefully looking at the DVD covers, and generally having a good time. Several times, we would stop and talk about what the toy was, either Bella or Edward confused about its intended purpose. Bella's hands danced along the surface of a few scarves in the box, a fun glint in her eyes. They teased me when we got to the tin of Altoids, Bella's eyebrow arching high on her face.

I shrugged. “Someone on the team was talking about them.”

“I don't know if I want anything curiously strong down there....”

Walking behind her, I began to undress Bella slowly. Edward stopped to watch and I could feel his gaze, his love. Once her clothes were gone, I turned to Edward and did the same, placing kisses along his body. They both helped remove my clothes and we crawled onto the bed to begin playing. Bella asked which toy I'd used in their absence and I showed her, both by handing it to her and letting her look at it, and by giving her a demonstration, upon her request.

Between the toys, the love, and the comfort of being back together, we each came more than we ever had before. There was something overwhelming and primal about knowing that in a few short days, even if it wasn't in the eyes of the law, I'd be bound to the two of them forever.

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We were all sore the next day, and I couldn't help but laugh. We got dressed and ready for the day, Edward heading off to do his thing at the hospital while Bella and I had a lazy brunch downtown. When Edward was finished, we met up at a park to talk to our real estate agent. She had brought some printouts of potential homes for us to look at, and as Edward and I looked at the first two, then passed them on to her, Bella began to laugh... almost hysterically.

“What?” I asked, not quite following along.

“Are you kidding me? We can't afford these.” She looked between Edward and I, eyes darting back and forth like she was engaging in a mental tennis match. “Dear God, can we?”

There was just a hint of excitement in her voice at the idea. It thrilled me to no end that she might actually give in and enjoy a large, well-equipped house.

“Yes, we definitely can,” Edward said. “Stop looking at the cost of the house and look at the house. Do you like any of them? Do you want to go see the inside, take a tour?”

“I just... I need a minute. Give me a minute to reset my expectations,” she said.

Edward and I shrugged at each other, a silent “when will she get it?” passing between us. It didn't matter, really. The fact was, we knew what we could each afford, and frankly, we'd given our realtor a price range that was on the low side.

We shuffled through the papers and picked five houses to look at that day. The realtor needed to make phone calls to arrange for us to tour them, as they were all by appointment only. We drove in the realtor's SUV since she knew where each property was and had necessary gate codes and information. The three of us sat together in the backseat, holding hands and talking about the features of each home as we drove.

I knew it would be difficult to decide on a house after we'd walked through all five and had no consensus on which one was perfect for us. Each of us loved certain features of specific houses, but none of them seemed to be the house.

We called it a night and went home. As we had previously agreed, I was in charge of planning the honeymoon, so I did some last-minute detail confirming and made sure everything was in order. I'd gone to great lengths to plan our limited week together. I spared no expense and tried my best to think of everything. I fell asleep that night thinking about what it would be like to be on the sandy shores of the crystal blue waters with them, secluded in our private villa for six whole nights. I'd arranged for a chef and housekeeping staff, meaning there was no reason we would ever have to leave. Of course, I was certain we'd want to explore the city and surrounding areas, but this was our chance to relax together for the first time. I didn't want to have to worry about cooking and cleaning; I wanted as much of both of them as I could get.

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BPOV

The movers arrived with our clothes and boxes, thankfully, and Jasper and I unpacked all day. Edward was at the hospital longer than usual, apologizing and being his usual sweet self when he got back. We were exhausted from the last few days, so we spent the evening curled up on the couch watching TV.

I'd spoken to Alice earlier in the day, the last of the ceremony details having fallen into place. On the plane ride back to Seattle, Charlie had asked me if I wanted him to wear a tux or a suit. I was surprised; I had assumed he would want little to do with the ceremony, but he made me cry again when he assured me he wasn't planning to let my wedding day slide by without walking me down the aisle. I ordered him a tux on short notice.

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Each set of parents arrived back in town the next morning, staying at a local hotel. Angela and Ben had arrived and rented a car to explore the city. They were staying in the guest room at our apartment, then housesitting for us while we went on our honeymoon and they enjoyed a mini summer vacation. It was nice to have Angela around again.

I was nervous though, with the wedding coming up the next day. My nerves had nothing to do with Edward or Jasper, but rather the entire situation. It had sunk in just how much money they must've had, and I was uncomfortable. Would people think I was simply living off their wealth? Was I? I'd always been so independent, I wondered if it would feel wrong to have no income-producing part in our household while I wasn't in school.

Pushing my worries aside, I got ready for our brunch with the families. The plan was to brunch together, then the girls would go off to a spa nearby, and everyone would meet up again for dinner. The ceremony was mid-afternoon the next day.

Edward drove as Angela, Ben, and I squished in the backseat of his Volvo on the way to the fancy hotel. Alice, Rose, and Emmett met us there. Avery was staying with a close family friend for the day, to allow Alice and Rose to hit the spa with us. It just wouldn't have felt right to not include them. Even though I was closer to Alice than Rose, I had forged a bond with both of them. I decided against inviting Victoria, as our friendship was still very surface and light. She would be at the ceremony though, with a date, which I had teased her about mercilessly. She invited James as her guest after confessing to me that things were rather tenuous with Jake.

As the ladies relaxed at the spa together, after having been waxed, plucked, massaged and painted into happiness, I felt content. We were sitting in the whirlpool when Esme quirked a brow at me.

“Can I ask you something, Bella?”

“Sure, Esme.”

I was officially in my happy place. I couldn't remember being that blissed out since... well, a few days before, if I was being perfectly honest. But before that, it had been a long while.

“How are you feeling these days?” she asked.

The gentle splashing of the water made noise around us as I thought about her question.

“I feel fine?” I replied, slightly unsure of myself.

We were sitting side-by-side, which I was grateful for. I didn't particularly want any of the other ladies to be listening in on a conversation with my future mother-in-law if she was going to start grilling me.

Beneath the water, she reached for my hand, and it struck me as a very maternal gesture. I instantly felt bad for questioning her motives, although there had been that time in Chicago....

“The boys have been so worried about you. They called me back when Angela was visiting and you were worried about being...” At this point, she lowered her voice further, dipping her chin to her chest slightly. “... a whore. I had to reassure them that it was probably just the wine and exhaustion, but I did promise them I would talk to you again. Are you okay?”

I didn't want to lie. I wasn't entirely okay, but at the same time, I felt silly telling her my fears. Surely on the eve of her only son getting married she had better things to worry about?

Surprisingly, though, I felt myself opening up to her. I wanted someone to understand. I needed it. I told her everything I was thinking about, every fear I had, every last little detail, until I had gotten so nitty gritty, I'd confessed that I was worried I'd get my period on our honeymoon.

I felt exponentially lighter as we sat and laughed, my final confession likely pushing us into the silly territory. Our conversation about contraceptives was interesting, to say the least. I was certain I could never have talked to my mom about something like that, so I was grateful for Esme's knowledge and ease of sharing information. When we hit the heavier topics, she reminded me of our afternoon tea when she visited us, and her comments about other people's thoughts not mattering. I knew she was right, even if I couldn't accept it entirely in that moment.

It was time to leave the spa and head to dinner with the boys. I was glad; I'd missed them during our girl's day. We brought our clothes for the evening with us, so we changed at the spa, getting slightly dolled up for a fancy dinner. Esme drove and we all talked the whole way, each of the women in the car getting to know the others a little better.

Practically leaping into their arms, I felt only elation at seeing Edward and Jasper again. I sat between them and the three of us were touching, kissing, or caressing each other in some way the entire night. I was grateful someone had the foresight to reserve a private dining room for our party, so we were afforded privacy.

As I ate my last bite of dessert, Alice stood. She tapped her wine glass with her spoon and cleared her throat, looking down at me.

“My lovely Bella. I haven't known you long, but it feels like forever. I do this out of love for you. Kiss your men goodbye, hug your dads, and wave to Emmett, baby. We're kidnapping you for a traditional bride's night away from your grooms.”

I looked over at the rest of the table and it was painfully obvious they were all in on it, even Jasper and Edward.

“Not much about us is traditional, but we want to have a fun night with you before these lucky men whisk you away on that fan-fucking-tastic honeymoon I helped Jasper plan.”

She had a wicked grin, and I felt my body respond almost immediately, a combination of desire for time alone with Edward and Jasper, and embarrassment at the thoughts and ideas coursing through my veins. Getting up, I hugged Carlisle and Charlie, then Emmett before turning to Edward and Jasper.

“What are you boys doing tonight?” I asked, genuinely curious.

They both shrugged, but I could tell from the laughter coming from behind them that Carlisle, Charlie, and Emmett likely had something similar planned.

“No strippers!” I admonished both of them.

Turning to Jasper first, I held his face in my hands and looked into his eyes. I moved closer, running my nose up and down his, a familiar and comforting gesture to us both.

“I love you. I can't believe tomorrow you'll be mine,” I said.

Placing my lips against his, we kissed softly until a throat cleared to my side. Edward.

Laughing, I looked down at the floor before turning to face Edward. I repeated the same gesture, holding his face close, nuzzling him, inhaling his scent, and then kissing him gently. I repeated my words, then reached for Jasper's hand, pulling him into our kiss. We weren't being obscene, just small little pecks and kisses between us.

When I felt Alice's hand tugging mine, I knew my time was up. I gave in willingly, leaving the restaurant. The night was spent with the girls giving me gifts (some naughty and some nice), drinking champagne, and talking until far too late in the evening, or morning, depending on how you looked at it.

The suite they had rented for the night was huge. Esme and Sue shared a bed, platonically. Alice and Rose, on the other hand, wrapped up in each other like two koala bears as soon as they climbed under the covers together. Angela and I each had a small bed in the other room, and I giggled at the thought that the suite was clearly designed for a family with children, and there we were, debauching it up.

Angela and I laid in our beds and continued talking for what felt like hours. We'd been good about keeping in touch via the phone and email, but it was so different and wonderful to be around each other again.

As I drifted to sleep, I imagined the next day and everything it would bring. Everything it would mean. Everything it would be for us.

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A knock at the door woke me from my slumber the next morning, followed by a soft call of “Room Service.” I wrapped my robe around me and walked to the living room, where Esme and Sue were already waiting.

“We ordered some food for everyone,” Sue explained as Esme opened the door.

I nearly doubled over in laughter as cart after cart was wheeled in. “Some food” turned out to be plates and plates of food – far more food than six women could ever go through in one morning, but who was I to complain? Sue poured me a flute of orange juice, promising there was no champagne in it, and I gulped it down.

Gathering at the large dining table in another section of the suite, we ate and laughed, then laughed more, and ate more, and talked until we had run out of time. I was the first to shower, and when I came out, Esme was waiting on the bed. My hair was wet, dripping into the towel I was drying it with, and I hadn't tied my robe very tight, revealing my bridal lingerie. Surprised she was there, I pulled my robe closed more carefully, then sat next to her at her request.

“My family has great monetary wealth, Bella, but this is a piece of jewelry no money can buy and no one could possibly replace.”

She held a beautiful diamond tennis bracelet in her hands. Fingering the beautiful, sparkling piece of jewelry, she took one of my hands in hers, clearly deep in thought.

“Your presence in Edward and Jasper's lives is something I never would have predicted, but their story is ending on a happier note than I thought possible. Those two have been thick as thieves forever and a day, but I truly believe and have seen with my own two eyes just how drastically you've changed them. I've seen them love each other from afar and up close, even when they thought I didn't know. I've seen them fight and pretend to hate each other, and make up, back to being the best of friends. But you? You changed them so profoundly and deeply, they are both altered to the core, and I suspect you are as well. Only real and lasting love does that.”

She squeezed my hand, and I thought we were finished. The air became uncomfortable, I was unsure of what she expected from me, but she continued speaking. Continued calming my fears.

“When Carlisle and I got married, I thought we'd live happily ever after. For the most part, we have, but trust me when I tell you there have been times I was sure we'd end up apart. Marriage is tough, kid, and you have to be ready for those times when you just really don't like that other person. Or, well, in your case, maybe those other people,” she said with a laugh.

“I'm sure you miss your mom, honey. I know Jasper misses his parents, even if they weren't the best examples of love ever. But know this: I am always in your corner. I might not always be in your side, but I'm always here for you. We tried so hard after we had Edward, to have another baby. I wanted a little girl to dress up and play with. Someone to watch grow up, get married, have a family of her own. It wasn't meant to be, and then when I thought that Jasper and Edward... well, when I thought they would end up together, I'm going to be honest, I was a little sad. Okay, a lot sad. It took time for me to remember that my son's happiness in his life was far more important than my happiness for him, or my dreams for him. I feel like you were hand-delivered to me sometimes. We have some things in common, and some things not. I like learning from you, and sharing my wisdom, and the fact that you're not my flesh and blood probably means I got to skip out on a lot of hormones and eye-rolling in your teen years.”

We both paused to giggle at that, and I swiped away a few tears with the hand she wasn't holding onto.

“Make no mistake though, Bella. You are my daughter.

“May I?” She lifted the bracelet and inclined her head to my bare wrist. I nodded.

“Carlisle bought me this bracelet. It was right after a very dark time for us. We wanted to renew our vows, re-pledge our love for one another, but the timing was all wrong. He was just starting a new job and....”

Esme shook her head and sighed, the weight of the memory written all over her face. As the two ends connected and she fastened the safety catch, she ran her fingers over the face of the gems, then took her hand back into her own lap before looking up at me.

“Well, it was just bad timing. But every time I wore this bracelet, I was reminded, as silly as it sounds, that our love is like these diamonds. Hard, forged through intense heat.” At this, she blushed very slightly and smirked. “Able to withstand the test of time, but delicate and beautiful. Each cut on the surface reflects the light, creating a brilliant effect. Without the cuts, the diamond is, well, rather ugly. Try to remember that, Bella. The three of you are like these diamonds, becoming more brilliant with age and wear, able to withstand the test of whatever life throws at you.”

I was weeping openly, thankful my makeup hadn't been done yet, and we embraced.

“Thank you,” I muttered against her neck. I had no other words.

By this time, everyone else had showered and was getting ready. They had called someone to do my hair and makeup, despite my protests. In the end, I was grateful; even I could admit that I looked beautiful.

We each put on some street clothes to wear to the ceremony site and made our way there. The butterflies in my stomach had changed from nervous to excited. Had you asked me two years prior if I would have been committing my life to someone, I'd have surely said “no.”

I don't think the grin came off my face the entire car trip. We arrived and unloaded, making our way to the bridal suite inside. Charlie came up before I was dressed, and the rest of the women left, making excuses. Time was nearing for the ceremony to begin, so I let them leave without much protest.

“I need to slip into my dress, Dad, do you think you can zip me up?”

Charlie nodded and turned away as I changed clothes quickly. My dress was a simple but beautiful strapless, ivory satin gown. The corset I had on brought the girls up high and proud, a fact I was slightly embarrassed about as my father zipped the back closed. It wasn't immodest, though, just slightly odd looking from my angle, I realized as I looked at myself in the mirror.

I had my heart earrings from Esme and Carlisle in, the beautiful bracelet she had just given me on my wrist, and my engagement ring on my right hand. As I was taking a mental inventory of myself, Charlie's hands came around, slipping a pendant on my neck. He fastened the chain, then looked at my reflection in the mirror.

My fingers touched the simple solitary diamond resting against my chest as he spoke.

“I love you. You're my little girl and I'd never let you go if I didn't think you were making the right choice. Your mom would be proud of you; I wish she could be here.”

We each took a deep breath and I turned to hug him.

“Ready?”

I nodded. I was as ready as I'd ever be. We took a few steps and I realized I had forgotten my shoes. I slipped on the matching ivory satin heels and truly felt like a princess.

“You look very beautiful, Bella,” he said, holding his arm out for me to take.

Grabbing a tissue on my way over to him, we linked our arms together and walked out of the room. At the front of the building, there was a gentleman in a suit holding the doors closed. I could hear the faint sounds of the song we'd picked for me to walk to down the aisle – another tradition we'd agreed to indulge in. As we paused at the door, I took one last deep breath before nodding at the man holding the door.

Charlie's hand squeezed my arm and the doors opened. We had always planned a very small ceremony, so I wasn't at all surprised when I saw just a handful of people waiting in white chairs. My eyes scanned their faces, and I realized who Jasper's coach must've been right away, one of the few unfamiliar pairs looking back at me. As I continued my search forward, I finally saw Carlisle. He was standing at the end of the aisle, and I almost couldn't bring myself to look where I knew Edward and Jasper would be standing. We hadn't begun to walk yet and I took one last millisecond to soak it all in.

I was getting married.

Finally, I squeezed Charlie's arm with mine, our silent signal, and we began to walk. I had taken two steps when my eyes averted to the left, Edward, my heart sighed, then right, Jasper. They looked just as I'd imagined them in their crisp, black tuxedos. My grin retook its place on my face as we closed the distance and I had to hold myself back from sprinting to them. They were both so clearly ecstatic, there was no way I could ever doubt the depth of their love for me again.

There was no giving away of the bride at the end of the aisle, just a tight hug between us, and a brief handshake between my two men and my dad. I took my spot again, between Edward and Jasper, as we linked hand together and looked at Carlisle for direction. His smile lit up the space, and he looked down briefly at some notes, shaking his head.

“I didn't think I'd ever see this day,” he explained softly, a hint of a sniffle behind his words. I wasn't sure anyone in the audience could hear him, wasn't sure they were meant to. When his head raised back up, his glassy eyes were creased at the edges with joy.

“Jasper, I've known you almost your whole life. I've seen you struggle, I've seen you fail, I've seen you succeed. Never have I seen you radiate like this.

“Bella, although I have only known you a short time compared to these two, I feel like I truly know you. You are an open soul, even if you try to protect yourself fiercely. You are good, and warm, and loving. You remind me of Esme, and I know that you will and have brought joy to every person that has the privilege of having you in their life, everyone here today included.

“Edward,” he said, voice quivering slightly. “You are my son. My best friend. I have leaned on you perhaps when a father should not lean on a son, but you bore the burden with grace and dignity. You never complained, you simply listened and helped in the way that only you could. For that, I will be forever grateful. To watch you grow and change, learning so much about yourself every day, it has been an extreme honor.”

Carlisle paused to clear his throat and I brought a hand to dab my tissue at my eyes.

“Because of the nature of your relationship, you cannot legally bind each other together, but I want to give you something profound to think about when this fact gets you down. How many people are miserable and bound together legally, choosing not to separate solely because of the cost, emotional and physical? This slip of paper from our government is not what ties you together. Your love for each other, that is what will bind you, for as long or as little as you decide to let it. I want you to decide to love each other, each day that you wake up and have another second together, and right now.”

Each of us looked at the other, then again at Carlisle. His eyes connected with us in turn, nodding and smiling as he moved between us.

“When you asked me to officiate your ceremony, I wasn't sure what to do. How do you perform a ceremony that has no legal binding in the real world? What do you say? Do you exchange vows? Rings? There are no rules for this moment in your lives, just as there are no rules for the rest of your lives. Take each challenge head on, as you've done today. If there's no path, pave your own way. Most importantly, love and respect each other and the commitment you've agreed to here today.”

Carlisle's hands reached and brought the three of ours together, between his.

“Love each other. Not because you have to. Not because it's what's right. Not because the state gave you a piece of paper. Love each other because you have no choice but to do just that.”

His palms squeezed our hands together and then let go, each of our arms moving back against our bodies.

Carlisle continued, “Today you celebrate one of life's greatest moments and give recognition to the worth and beauty of love, as you join together in vows of marriage.”

Carlisle turned to me, his broad smile lighting his face. “Bella, do you take Edward and Jasper to be your life-partners? Do you promise to love, honor, cherish and protect them, forsaking all others and holding only unto them?”

I felt my smile impossibly widen as I spoke my promise. “I do.”

He repeated the vow with Edward and Jasper, then continued. “Bella, Edward, and Jasper, just as three very different threads woven in opposite directions can form a beautiful tapestry, so can your three lives merge together to form a very beautiful partnership. It will take love to make your union work. Love should be the core. Love is the reason you are here. But it also will take trust - to know in your hearts you want the best for each other. It will take dedication - to stay open to one another; to learn and to grow together even when it is not always so easy to do. It will take faith - to always be willing to go forward to tomorrow, never really knowing what tomorrow might bring. And it will take commitment - to hold true to the journey you all now pledge to share together.

“Bella, Edward, and Jasper, in so much as the three of you have agreed to live together, have promised your love for each other by these vows, I now declare you to be partners in life together.

“Congratulations. You may seal your union with a kiss.”

Each of our arms went around the other, much as we had so many times in that Chicago apartment. Our heads fell to the center, foreheads against foreheads. I was the first to lean in, eager and ready for them after having spent the night apart. We again kept the kiss non-pornographic, but the gentle sweep of our lips over each other's was a reminder of the tenderness we had at times.

Uncontrolled laughter came from my mouth after that first, sweet kiss, and I leaned against them both, the weight of the day finally getting to me. I laughed for what felt like hours, but it felt good to let it out and share in genuine joy with them. We posed for informal photos, of course, before we went upstairs to change.

We held hands the entire time, not caring who might look our way. We'd just promised to love each other forever, nothing was going to burst our bubble right then. Alice had laid out clothes for us when Victoria was taking the pictures. She had also helped Jasper pack a suitcase for Edward and me, since we had no clue where we were off to.

“Fuck, why can't we have more time up here?” Jasper lamented as his hands came around my waist from behind. Edward was in front of me, both of them lavishing me with attention and love.

“I know,” I said softly. I stood still, soaking up their actions. Before I realized it, they had my dress undone and pooled at my feet, ogling my lingerie.

“Please tell us you're wearing that under your travel clothes,” Edward begged.

I laughed lightly, although the truth was, it was exactly the reaction I had hoped for. “I am, baby. I am.”

We changed and made our way back out to our guests. The sun was just beginning to dip lower on the horizon as we took our places at the table. There was no dancing, no cake cutting, nothing else that might have tipped off curious onlookers that we were having a wedding. The table was warm and rich in shades of ivory, the candlelight glinting off the china place settings and crystal stemware. It was perfect. I sat between Edward and Jasper as we ate, fed each other, and kissed a million more times.

Once we'd all finished eating, it was time to go. We stood and hugged each guest, thanking them for attending our special day. I held extra tight to Sue, Alice, Angela, and Esme, wanting them to know just how much I appreciated them.

“Everything should be in the car and waiting,” Jasper said softly, nudging me to the door.

“Eager are we?” I teased.

“You have no idea. The truth is, though, we're in for a very long flight. What the fuck was I thinking?” he muttered more to himself than us.

Edward and I laughed, taking his hand as we walked out to the front of the building. There, waiting for us, was a shiny black Town Car. I giggled at the cliché of it all.

“What? No limo?”

“I thought you'd protest,” Jasper confessed.

The driver had the door open and we each slid in, but not before Jasper double-checked that our luggage was secure in the trunk.

“Are you going to tell us where we're going? We'll find out at the airport, you know,” I pointed out.

Jasper's face lit up and he smiled broadly.

“Greece.”

A/N2: My deepest and most humble thanks to the ladies on Twitter, who helped me “stock” the Naughty Box with fun supplies. There are just too many of them to mention by name, so a sweeping thank you is due. It was rough work, looking at all those fun toys.

Links to the Naughty Box contents, Bella's bridal lingerie, and my tablescape inspiration will be up soon. I did not link to other specific items (her wedding dress, the tuxes, etc.) as I wanted you to form them in your mind. I tried to use pictures as inspiration instead of exact versions, so nothing would quite exactly match what I had in mind. I've also been vague about the wedding location for that reason, although it is based on a real location.

Additional thanks are owed to LadyM, who sent me so much wedding information, I proposed to her. You were an invaluable resource to me, LadyM, and I thank you greatly for that.

The vows Carlisle uses are borrowed heavily from http://www.civilunionsnz.co.nz and I would never have been able to tweak them just right without the help of my fucking awesome beta, TwilightMundi.