(no subject)
title: as one
rating: pg-13-very vague hints of sexual content
pairing: bella/edward
time frame: post-eclipse
word count: 625
summary: venom-coated teeth sliced through paper-thin skin.
as one
- - - - - - - -
“How do you feel about tomorrow?” Edward asked casually, wrapping his arms tighter around Bella’s warm body. His lips pressed against her forehead-so cold, always so cold-as they spoke the words he couldn’t say.
Implications echoed in the silence following. She knew what he was undoubtedly thinking-do you want to marry me, do you want to be my wife, do you want to give me your hand in sweet, holy matrimony?
“Nervous, undoubtedly nervous,” Bella replied; she paused. “And absolutely ecstatic.”
Edward smiled against her skin-burning, scorching hot. “As am I, dearest Bella. As am I.”
- - - - -
The pastor’s words floated in and out of Bella’s ears; they were garbled, blurred, sweet nothings concealed. She felt like she was drowning, the water pushing down on her ears-waves collapsing and retreating, a rhythmic ocean, repeating, over and over. She was drowning in him.
“…to be your lawfully wedded…”
And he was there, her sun-her drug-blinding her with his majestic beauty.
“…this day forward…”
Everything had disappeared-he was all she could see; he was all she could know…
“…death do you part?”
He was all she could need.
“I do,” she breathed.
- - - - -
Nothing in the world could compare to this intense…this extreme…bliss.
Not the thrill of chasing after a mountain lion, primal instincts taking over-so natural, so animalistic. Not the excitement of driving over two-hundred miles per hour, weaving in and out of strings of cars, landscapes rushing by at unimaginable-almost unattainable-speeds. Not even sprinting through the forest, legs blurring, eyes unfocused, head whipping from side to side, sharp eyes catching every movement…
No, nothing could compare to this ecstasy. Arms tugging, legs wrapping, sweat collecting-on her, coating me-fingers grasping…becoming one.
This was heaven.
- - - - -
Edward breathed against her skin, quick and sharp on her neck. Could he do this? Could he really smell her sweet blood, so pungent-so irresistible-and not deny the satisfactory taste? Could he resist the evil temptation-hell disguised as freesia? Could he truly stop himself from-
“Edward,” Bella whispered, her hot breath sending his former thoughts in frenzy. “Edward, it will be fine.”
He breathed out deeply, all air leaving his lungs. Perhaps if he didn’t breathe-no, not even then. The sight-so thick, luscious, red-would still rile his senses.
Venom-coated teeth sliced through paper-thin skin.
- - - - -
“Edward,” Bella said, clutching him close. Her smooth-like honey-voice trembled.
Edward reached across and placed a cold thumb on her cold lips, tracing them-comforting them-and silencing her.
“I know, love. It’s quite strange at first…don’t think. Just do. Don’t think. Just do. Follow instinct, Bella,” he whispered into her ear.
She closed her eyes and repeated his words as a mantra. Don’t think, just do…don’t think, just do…
The scent of a deer-so large, so fast, so totally appetizing-invaded her mind; and she was off into the forest, swift as a bullet.
- - - - -
Edward gazed up at the black sky, dotted with white stars; his eyes followed imaginary patterns in the constellations as he held Bella in his arms.
“So this is what you like to do at night?” Bella said. He glanced down at the reflection of the sky in her eyes-such a deep burgundy.
He nodded. “I used to do this when I would lay with you,” he murmured-remembering. “I would look out your window and memorize how the stars arranged inside the frame.”
He kissed her temple-so soft and pallid. “That was after I’d memorized your face.”
rating: pg-13-very vague hints of sexual content
pairing: bella/edward
time frame: post-eclipse
word count: 625
summary: venom-coated teeth sliced through paper-thin skin.
as one
- - - - - - - -
“How do you feel about tomorrow?” Edward asked casually, wrapping his arms tighter around Bella’s warm body. His lips pressed against her forehead-so cold, always so cold-as they spoke the words he couldn’t say.
Implications echoed in the silence following. She knew what he was undoubtedly thinking-do you want to marry me, do you want to be my wife, do you want to give me your hand in sweet, holy matrimony?
“Nervous, undoubtedly nervous,” Bella replied; she paused. “And absolutely ecstatic.”
Edward smiled against her skin-burning, scorching hot. “As am I, dearest Bella. As am I.”
- - - - -
The pastor’s words floated in and out of Bella’s ears; they were garbled, blurred, sweet nothings concealed. She felt like she was drowning, the water pushing down on her ears-waves collapsing and retreating, a rhythmic ocean, repeating, over and over. She was drowning in him.
“…to be your lawfully wedded…”
And he was there, her sun-her drug-blinding her with his majestic beauty.
“…this day forward…”
Everything had disappeared-he was all she could see; he was all she could know…
“…death do you part?”
He was all she could need.
“I do,” she breathed.
- - - - -
Nothing in the world could compare to this intense…this extreme…bliss.
Not the thrill of chasing after a mountain lion, primal instincts taking over-so natural, so animalistic. Not the excitement of driving over two-hundred miles per hour, weaving in and out of strings of cars, landscapes rushing by at unimaginable-almost unattainable-speeds. Not even sprinting through the forest, legs blurring, eyes unfocused, head whipping from side to side, sharp eyes catching every movement…
No, nothing could compare to this ecstasy. Arms tugging, legs wrapping, sweat collecting-on her, coating me-fingers grasping…becoming one.
This was heaven.
- - - - -
Edward breathed against her skin, quick and sharp on her neck. Could he do this? Could he really smell her sweet blood, so pungent-so irresistible-and not deny the satisfactory taste? Could he resist the evil temptation-hell disguised as freesia? Could he truly stop himself from-
“Edward,” Bella whispered, her hot breath sending his former thoughts in frenzy. “Edward, it will be fine.”
He breathed out deeply, all air leaving his lungs. Perhaps if he didn’t breathe-no, not even then. The sight-so thick, luscious, red-would still rile his senses.
Venom-coated teeth sliced through paper-thin skin.
- - - - -
“Edward,” Bella said, clutching him close. Her smooth-like honey-voice trembled.
Edward reached across and placed a cold thumb on her cold lips, tracing them-comforting them-and silencing her.
“I know, love. It’s quite strange at first…don’t think. Just do. Don’t think. Just do. Follow instinct, Bella,” he whispered into her ear.
She closed her eyes and repeated his words as a mantra. Don’t think, just do…don’t think, just do…
The scent of a deer-so large, so fast, so totally appetizing-invaded her mind; and she was off into the forest, swift as a bullet.
- - - - -
Edward gazed up at the black sky, dotted with white stars; his eyes followed imaginary patterns in the constellations as he held Bella in his arms.
“So this is what you like to do at night?” Bella said. He glanced down at the reflection of the sky in her eyes-such a deep burgundy.
He nodded. “I used to do this when I would lay with you,” he murmured-remembering. “I would look out your window and memorize how the stars arranged inside the frame.”
He kissed her temple-so soft and pallid. “That was after I’d memorized your face.”