Twilight Fic
So...here's some more Twilight fic, two more scenes and a couple drabbles.
Scene One:
A softly tinkling piano melody on the air, the notes gentle and fading in and out of her hearing. Her eyes open slowly; coming awake to the sound of his music is a joy. He plays for her more often now that she is pregnant, hoping that he can stir in their child the love for music that he feels.
She draws a hand gently across her stomach, feeling the flutter of the baby within. A smile melts her face into serenity and he looks up from the piano. His hair a ragged mess from the composition of the music he is playing. He smiles at her, his eyes turning molten gold as he does. His wife, positively glowing under the spell of pregnancy, hair sleep-mussed and eyes still clouded from dreaming, made all the more beautiful by the way she does not notice his eyes on her and continues to caress her stomach.
He wonders what it would be like to dream of her.
He wonders if it is enough that she falls asleep in his arms at night, that they share the small cottage with the roses that climb the walls and make the whole house smell faintly of summer rain all year ‘round. He wonders if she wishes he was able to fall asleep beside her, to share the dreamtime and the darkness.
She slips from their bed, padding slowly across the floor, through the door to the piano. She yawns and nuzzles his head with her own, then continues through her morning routine. He hears the water of the shower running, and imagines the way it runs down her body, seeing her skin in his mind, clear as day. The way her pale skin catches the light of the sun when she is covered in the soft sheen of dew left over from the shower’s heat. He can see the way the water runs off her in droplets, catching in her eyelashes as she looks up at him. The way the water feels cool compared to her heat as he propels them both over the edge and back again and way her face looks when she reaches her peak, the way she settles against him as she comes back down.
He brings the melody to an end, the music winding back on itself and stands. He runs a hand through his hair, sighs and steps away from the keys. The water in the shower stops running and he imagines her stepping out, reaching for the towel, imagines the way his hands would feel on her skin, but always, he is afraid of breaking her. He stifles a groan as she walks out of the bathroom, clad in nothing but the diamond around her finger. She smiles, crooks her finger and he follows her back into their bedroom, back to their bed, and back to the joyful symmetry of their duet.
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Scene two:
The sun’s light just touched the top of the trees, sending shimmers of light down through to the forest’s floor. We walked, hand in hand through the woods, my fingers wrapped in gloves so as not to freeze against his ice cold skin. Every time a beam of sunlight touched his skin, it erupted into a shower of rainbow sparkles that set the forest aglow.
“Bella,” he murmured, to himself almost, running his thumb over the back of my hand. He stopped, halting me with him. The sunlight caught his face and he dazzled me with a smile. I forgot how to breathe. When I finally remembered how, he was still smiling that confused little smile he always did when he dazzled me. It was as if he couldn’t believe he was doing the dazzling. I shook my head.
“Edward,” I answered my voice low and almost husky. I leaned up to him, my face merely inches from his. The space between us was infinitesimal, his eyes, molten gold and mine, fixed on his mouth. He wrapped his arms around me, pressed me against him. I could feel him holding back, as always, making sure not to crush me. I couldn’t wait until I was less fragile, the thought set my heart fluttering and stumbling.
His body, lean as it was, was still remarkably comfortable to be snuggled up to. The feeling of his muscles against my curves drove me wild, the fire brimming at the base of my spine as he lowered his face to mine and captured my lips in a kiss. The rush of flames throughout my body was instantaneous. I kissed him back in a fever, mouth working against his in some sort of desperation. He moaned against my mouth, setting me off and my arms came up to tangle in his hair, fingers working at his scalp. The kiss smoldered, the space between us became nothing and still, it wasn’t close enough. I wanted to envelop myself inside him, wanted to surround myself with him.
Finally, he lifted his head to let me breathe. I gasped in a breath, fingers still buried in his hair. The reddish brown hair that turned gold in the sunlight, just like the rest of him. I gasped in another breath, slower this time and his expression turned to concern. I shook my head, taking another breath, almost at regular speed now. My heart turned over and began to beat in a normal rhythm again. I sighed and leaned against him, dropping my hands to rest on the middle of his back. My head was resting on his chest, and his chin resting on the top of my head.
“I love you,” he said, the velvet in his voice spurring my body into further inferno, and I felt him smile into my hair, “I also want you…something fierce.”
“Me too Edward, me too.”
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Drabble one:
When she opened her eyes it was as if the weight of the world had lifted from his shoulders. He could see that she was dazed, slightly confused, but otherwise he didn't think she was hurt. He jumped away, leaving her to the attentions of her concerned classmates.
"Well, aren't we a hero," Rosalie muttered when he sauntered over to them, her voice full of venom. Alice threw her a look that plainly said what she thought of her not-sister, while Jasper just shook his head.
"Oh shut it Rose," Emmett implored, "just be thankful he didn't throw the van..."
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Drabble two:
The surf crashes against the shore, drawing at her toes. The icy cold water shocks each time it touches her and she gasps every time, a sweet pain reflected in her face.
She is reminded of his touch on her skin. The way his finger tips felt like ice against her back. The way his nose, cold at the tip, used to feel nuzzling into her neck. The way his arms wrapped around her to protect her.
A tear slips down her face and she steps out of the surf. Better to hear his voice then remember his touch.
Scene One:
A softly tinkling piano melody on the air, the notes gentle and fading in and out of her hearing. Her eyes open slowly; coming awake to the sound of his music is a joy. He plays for her more often now that she is pregnant, hoping that he can stir in their child the love for music that he feels.
She draws a hand gently across her stomach, feeling the flutter of the baby within. A smile melts her face into serenity and he looks up from the piano. His hair a ragged mess from the composition of the music he is playing. He smiles at her, his eyes turning molten gold as he does. His wife, positively glowing under the spell of pregnancy, hair sleep-mussed and eyes still clouded from dreaming, made all the more beautiful by the way she does not notice his eyes on her and continues to caress her stomach.
He wonders what it would be like to dream of her.
He wonders if it is enough that she falls asleep in his arms at night, that they share the small cottage with the roses that climb the walls and make the whole house smell faintly of summer rain all year ‘round. He wonders if she wishes he was able to fall asleep beside her, to share the dreamtime and the darkness.
She slips from their bed, padding slowly across the floor, through the door to the piano. She yawns and nuzzles his head with her own, then continues through her morning routine. He hears the water of the shower running, and imagines the way it runs down her body, seeing her skin in his mind, clear as day. The way her pale skin catches the light of the sun when she is covered in the soft sheen of dew left over from the shower’s heat. He can see the way the water runs off her in droplets, catching in her eyelashes as she looks up at him. The way the water feels cool compared to her heat as he propels them both over the edge and back again and way her face looks when she reaches her peak, the way she settles against him as she comes back down.
He brings the melody to an end, the music winding back on itself and stands. He runs a hand through his hair, sighs and steps away from the keys. The water in the shower stops running and he imagines her stepping out, reaching for the towel, imagines the way his hands would feel on her skin, but always, he is afraid of breaking her. He stifles a groan as she walks out of the bathroom, clad in nothing but the diamond around her finger. She smiles, crooks her finger and he follows her back into their bedroom, back to their bed, and back to the joyful symmetry of their duet.
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Scene two:
The sun’s light just touched the top of the trees, sending shimmers of light down through to the forest’s floor. We walked, hand in hand through the woods, my fingers wrapped in gloves so as not to freeze against his ice cold skin. Every time a beam of sunlight touched his skin, it erupted into a shower of rainbow sparkles that set the forest aglow.
“Bella,” he murmured, to himself almost, running his thumb over the back of my hand. He stopped, halting me with him. The sunlight caught his face and he dazzled me with a smile. I forgot how to breathe. When I finally remembered how, he was still smiling that confused little smile he always did when he dazzled me. It was as if he couldn’t believe he was doing the dazzling. I shook my head.
“Edward,” I answered my voice low and almost husky. I leaned up to him, my face merely inches from his. The space between us was infinitesimal, his eyes, molten gold and mine, fixed on his mouth. He wrapped his arms around me, pressed me against him. I could feel him holding back, as always, making sure not to crush me. I couldn’t wait until I was less fragile, the thought set my heart fluttering and stumbling.
His body, lean as it was, was still remarkably comfortable to be snuggled up to. The feeling of his muscles against my curves drove me wild, the fire brimming at the base of my spine as he lowered his face to mine and captured my lips in a kiss. The rush of flames throughout my body was instantaneous. I kissed him back in a fever, mouth working against his in some sort of desperation. He moaned against my mouth, setting me off and my arms came up to tangle in his hair, fingers working at his scalp. The kiss smoldered, the space between us became nothing and still, it wasn’t close enough. I wanted to envelop myself inside him, wanted to surround myself with him.
Finally, he lifted his head to let me breathe. I gasped in a breath, fingers still buried in his hair. The reddish brown hair that turned gold in the sunlight, just like the rest of him. I gasped in another breath, slower this time and his expression turned to concern. I shook my head, taking another breath, almost at regular speed now. My heart turned over and began to beat in a normal rhythm again. I sighed and leaned against him, dropping my hands to rest on the middle of his back. My head was resting on his chest, and his chin resting on the top of my head.
“I love you,” he said, the velvet in his voice spurring my body into further inferno, and I felt him smile into my hair, “I also want you…something fierce.”
“Me too Edward, me too.”
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Drabble one:
When she opened her eyes it was as if the weight of the world had lifted from his shoulders. He could see that she was dazed, slightly confused, but otherwise he didn't think she was hurt. He jumped away, leaving her to the attentions of her concerned classmates.
"Well, aren't we a hero," Rosalie muttered when he sauntered over to them, her voice full of venom. Alice threw her a look that plainly said what she thought of her not-sister, while Jasper just shook his head.
"Oh shut it Rose," Emmett implored, "just be thankful he didn't throw the van..."
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Drabble two:
The surf crashes against the shore, drawing at her toes. The icy cold water shocks each time it touches her and she gasps every time, a sweet pain reflected in her face.
She is reminded of his touch on her skin. The way his finger tips felt like ice against her back. The way his nose, cold at the tip, used to feel nuzzling into her neck. The way his arms wrapped around her to protect her.
A tear slips down her face and she steps out of the surf. Better to hear his voice then remember his touch.