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

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The heat of the sun underfoot made was incredibly disconcerting, shocking to the cool lap of the waves. The cozy little beach house was incredible and the direct sunlight even better. Roman wasn't ever sure if she could spend this much time in true, natural sunlight, but it was definitely nice.

Rough grains stuck to her legs, rubbing against the side of her thighs, as she sat where the waves could reach her. The salty scent of the ocean mingling with the coconut of her sunscreen, the phantom sensation of gentle hands smoothing it over her bare skin still clear in her mind.

It was far too picturesque, too perfect, with the deep red halter bikini top that showed just how deep the plunge of her freckles went, hair braided back out of her face and away from the wind. She felt silly sitting alone in the sand, away from Edward that stayed hidden inside and Bella that spoke with her mother on the deck, but this might be the only chance for her to see such a sunny place, it most definitely was the first chance she had to enjoy it.

She slid back, dropping her back to the hot sand letting the sun beat at her face, soaking in the vitamin c while she can.

When she had imagined meeting Bella's mother, it had never turned out working so well as it had. She had been introduced as her girlfriend, her partner for the long haul if Bella's determined, unwavering gaze had anything to say about it, and Renee had just smiled kindly, welcoming her into her quaint home, and Roman wasn't sure if that was a good sign or if this was just her trying to placate her daughter as she went through a phase.

Because it wasn't a phase, not for her, and not for Bella that was incredibly vocal about wanting Roman to stay with her forever, and she would stay forever if she could, till the sun didn't shine and the world stopped turning.

How was she to know what they were thinking though? What they were feeling if they didn't the words?

And she really didn't need the reassurance or the constant reminder, but it was good to soothe her doubts nonetheless.

She sighed, breathing in the warm salty air. Her self-deprecating thoughts followed her everywhere she went her fears and cowardice an angry, unrelenting cloud. 

It hadn't always been like this, the hatred toward herself that bubbled up whenever she had a moment alone. It was new, surfacing when she started hanging around Bella, the belief that she was tainting the girl near overwhelming, and then again, later, when she could have sworn she was stealing the love of Edward's life -- and now, when she couldn't help but feel like she was imposing herself onto him and whatever he had planned for the future. 

Roman looked back to the house, catching sight of Bella and Renee and the quilt they held between them. 

He was still inside, of course, watching them from outside of the sunlight and the way it would make his skin glittery and dazzling under it's rays. 

She wondered if he got bored sitting around watching them be human. 

Shaking her head, she stood, wiggling out of a pair of jean shorts that Alice had shoved into her back for her and tossing her sunglasses to the sand. 

Wading into the water, she dove under the soft waves, a refreshing burst across her cool skin. She stayed there floating on her back, arms spread out wide. 

Arms wrap around her middle, tugging her down into the water. She pops back up, gasping for air as she laughs, shaking her head as Bella stands before her grinning, equally as wet. 

"You were having too much fun on your own, I got jealous," she says, splashing her. 

"Jealous that I was wrapped up in the oceans embrace?" she teases, stepping closer.