Still In Bloom ↠ Twilight ✓

26 ; when in rio

[WARNING: explicit sex scene]

Here's the thing: Sunlight, even when belonging to a tropical island, still had the capability to ruin a good sleep. 

This was proven as Wallace awoke to the sound of rushing waves. His body sprawled on the right side of the bed, with an arm snuggly sitting underneath his pillow as his cheek was resting against the comforter. The sheets were cool against his bare legs, which were only adorned in a pair of loose boxers and nothing else. Scanning his eyes outside of the bug-netting around the bed, Wallace saw that the bedroom door was open, telling Wallace that Bella and Edward had left.

For a moment, Wallace basked in the softness of his location. Flipping onto his back and letting his body once again sink against the blankets. His blue eyes scanning the overhead wooden beams of the ceiling as he realized that he had actually slept through the night for the first time in a week. No doubt his deep slumber being the reason that Bella and Edward had tried their best not to disturb him whenever they had woken up that morning.

Shuffling, Wallace sat upwards and removed the blankets from his legs. Hand outstretching to grab the zipper of the bug-netting and opening it before stepping out onto the hardwood flooring, his toes faintly curling once they made contact with the cold surface. Once standing, Wallace made his way towards the large closet and found that his shirts were hanging in the closet. No doubt this was a product of Edward's restless energy when Wallace and Bella had finally achieved REM sleep during the night.

With a tiny smile, Wallace scanned the closet and on a whim grabbed once of Edward's classic red shirts. It was perfectly washed, and Wallace worked the tight collar around his throat since Wallace's shoulders were a bit broader than Edward's, and relaxed into the fabric. The red shirt smelling of nothing but laundry detergent and something Wallace recognized as Edward.

Once he was dressed, Wallace lifted his arm above his head and felt his spine pop and let out a long yawn. Then once that was finished, he left the closet and made his way from the bedroom entirely, and found the shape of Bella in the distance.

Bella was curled up on the couch in the living room, dressed in a pair of sleep shorts and a loose tank top. Her hair was in disarray on her head, the brunette strands curling faintly around her jaw. Wallace scanned the room for Edward and upon not finding the male, he snuck up behind Bella. His arms quick to wrap around her neck, and he pressed a kiss to her temple as Bella let out a yelp, jumping in his hold before recognizing that it was him.

"Morning," Wallace rumbled, and Bella rested her head back against his bicep. 

With sleepy brown eyes, Bella met his gaze. "Morning," 

Then a frown worked onto Bella's face, and as Wallace unwound his arms from around her and instead took a place beside her on the couch, she asked, "Is that a new shirt?"

Wallace moved Bella's legs so that they were resting in his lap, his thumb rubbing at the bone of her ankle. "It's Edward's," 

Bella rolled her eyes, a smile falling onto her lips. "He'll just love that,"

"Where is he anyway?" Wallace asks, leaning against one of the throw pillows that has a tan tassel on each corner of the pillow. His eyes scanning Bella's figure as she faces him, and for a moment Wallace is struck dumb because through the tank-top Wallace can see Bella's nipples. No doubt because the female isn't wearing a bra. It shouldn't be strange, as it's too hot to wear any other type of clothing that isn't necessary but Wallace finds his eyes lingering on her chest instead of her eyes as she speaks.

"My eyes are up here," Bella's voice calls, her fingers snapping into Wallace's face and drawing his attention up towards her petite face. Bella's eyes were glittering with amusement and Wallace has no doubt that Bella is pleased with his reaction to her body.