Fiction: Rain
Title: Rain
Author: fadedpresence
Fandom: Twilight
Characters/Pairing: Edward/Bella
Prompt: Rain
Rating: G
Word Count: 540 approx
Summary: She can't stop thinking about him. Not even when he's gone.
Note: Written for twilightprompts. Set during New Moon.
If I just let myself go…
She stretches her hands out to the skies, hoping to reach something - but she’s not quite sure what.
Her eyes lid over and she feels almost weightless. The thunder claps overhead, a natural reminder that she shouldn’t be outside… but she doesn’t care. Her fingers twitch, the first beads of rain hit her outstretched palms.
For a moment it feels like the world has stopped…
She is just Bella. And he is still here.
Her lips smile then, her tongue darting out to catch a drop of rain. It’s sweet, pure…
The thunder rolls again. She smiles.
Bella, get out of the rain she hears in her head. Her smile only widens.
“No, Edward,” she says out loud, eyes still closed. She’s in the mood for protesting today.
Slowly she begins to spin, her sneakers squeaking against the wet blades of grass. It’s dangerous, she knows, but still she keeps on spinning. Faster, faster, faster… until blurs of colour - hues of grey and blue - distort her vision when she opens her eyes, if only for a second.
Bella, stop! His voice is urgent, worried. He could make her stop if he were here.
She imagines him there. A solid form.
His hands would reach out to her, trying to still her body from twirling. She would continue circling in his arms, still laughing and making him laugh, too. Then they’d both collapse in the rain, wet and grinning, until everything would be alright again. He’d stroke her damp hair out of her face, comment on how flushed she was, then place a kiss to her forehead. All that would happen without her throwing up on his best shirt.
A slight niggling in her stomach tells her to stop spinning.
She does, pausing in the rain with her eyes still closed.
Bella wiggles her fingers.
The rain soaks through her sweater and through her jeans. She’s not uncomfortable. Yet. Something tells her she’ll think differently when she gets home and has to prepare dinner for Charlie.
Then, something grabs her fingertips in the slightest of touches. She gasps, not wanting to open her eyes.
The foreign fingers envelope her whole hand, smoothing over her skin and palm until two hands hold hers tight. Still, she keeps her eyes closed. The hands are cold, cool… smooth…
Edward, she thinks… heart racing.
When the hands smooth down her arm, her eyes snap open. She’s unable to stand it anymore.
“Gotcha,” says Mike, grinning.
Bella doesn’t think to hide her disappointment. She sighs, her arm slumping in Mike’s grip. He frowns, a little hurt.
“Mike,” she says flustered. “What are you doing out here?”
“On my way home, saw you standing out here… weirdly… want a ride?”
He lets her arm go gently, lowering it to her side with a keen smile. Bella manages a smile, though it’s not a warm one. She looks at his hands and realizes they’re not like Edward’s at all. They’re rougher, his fingers shorter and wider. It’s all been an act of wishful thinking. No doubt his hands are cold from the rain… not because he’s century-old vampire.
“I’ll take that ride,” she agrees, shivering now her daydream has evaporated.
Author: fadedpresence
Fandom: Twilight
Characters/Pairing: Edward/Bella
Prompt: Rain
Rating: G
Word Count: 540 approx
Summary: She can't stop thinking about him. Not even when he's gone.
Note: Written for twilightprompts. Set during New Moon.
If I just let myself go…
She stretches her hands out to the skies, hoping to reach something - but she’s not quite sure what.
Her eyes lid over and she feels almost weightless. The thunder claps overhead, a natural reminder that she shouldn’t be outside… but she doesn’t care. Her fingers twitch, the first beads of rain hit her outstretched palms.
For a moment it feels like the world has stopped…
She is just Bella. And he is still here.
Her lips smile then, her tongue darting out to catch a drop of rain. It’s sweet, pure…
The thunder rolls again. She smiles.
Bella, get out of the rain she hears in her head. Her smile only widens.
“No, Edward,” she says out loud, eyes still closed. She’s in the mood for protesting today.
Slowly she begins to spin, her sneakers squeaking against the wet blades of grass. It’s dangerous, she knows, but still she keeps on spinning. Faster, faster, faster… until blurs of colour - hues of grey and blue - distort her vision when she opens her eyes, if only for a second.
Bella, stop! His voice is urgent, worried. He could make her stop if he were here.
She imagines him there. A solid form.
His hands would reach out to her, trying to still her body from twirling. She would continue circling in his arms, still laughing and making him laugh, too. Then they’d both collapse in the rain, wet and grinning, until everything would be alright again. He’d stroke her damp hair out of her face, comment on how flushed she was, then place a kiss to her forehead. All that would happen without her throwing up on his best shirt.
A slight niggling in her stomach tells her to stop spinning.
She does, pausing in the rain with her eyes still closed.
Bella wiggles her fingers.
The rain soaks through her sweater and through her jeans. She’s not uncomfortable. Yet. Something tells her she’ll think differently when she gets home and has to prepare dinner for Charlie.
Then, something grabs her fingertips in the slightest of touches. She gasps, not wanting to open her eyes.
The foreign fingers envelope her whole hand, smoothing over her skin and palm until two hands hold hers tight. Still, she keeps her eyes closed. The hands are cold, cool… smooth…
Edward, she thinks… heart racing.
When the hands smooth down her arm, her eyes snap open. She’s unable to stand it anymore.
“Gotcha,” says Mike, grinning.
Bella doesn’t think to hide her disappointment. She sighs, her arm slumping in Mike’s grip. He frowns, a little hurt.
“Mike,” she says flustered. “What are you doing out here?”
“On my way home, saw you standing out here… weirdly… want a ride?”
He lets her arm go gently, lowering it to her side with a keen smile. Bella manages a smile, though it’s not a warm one. She looks at his hands and realizes they’re not like Edward’s at all. They’re rougher, his fingers shorter and wider. It’s all been an act of wishful thinking. No doubt his hands are cold from the rain… not because he’s century-old vampire.
“I’ll take that ride,” she agrees, shivering now her daydream has evaporated.