Highly Unlikely
Summary: The talk of blood and its power.
Rated: T
Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight.
The woods smelled of pine and freedom, with a mix of blood.
Yes, she could taste it in her mouth, feel it running through veins of humans. Of how old they are, whether they would be seeing the New Year or meeting death at end of the month. She could smell it all and it scared her as it excited her.
"Should we move away?" Still concerned over her newborn instincts, her husband hovered just beside her, watching for any telltale sign that she needed rescuing from the nature of a newly made vampire.
Taking in a deep shallow breath she wouldn't need, Bella eased it out slowly. "No. I'll be alright. It's just so-"
"Different?" Edward supplied.
She nodded and smiled sadly at him. "Is this what you had to deal with every time we were together?"
The abrupt change in his expression told her just how severe it had been. "It was…"
Bella touched his arm which wrapped around her midriff. "Challenging?"
He gave his infamous smile. "Yes, it was challenging to be around you when it was your scent that cried out to me the most compared to all the others."
Pressing her body against his, she could feel every single muscle that was straining to move closer to her. She gave him a sly smile and placed her lips just at his jugular. "Cried out? Louder than when we are-"
He laughed, "Bella! You're naughtier than Emmett on a bad day."
She mock gasped in surprise. "I am not that bad!"
Sighing, he rubbed his nose against his favorite place just beside her ear and she whimpered delighted at it. "No, I suppose you're not that bad."
"What about better than Rosalie?"
She felt chuckles breeze against her skin and found herself laughing. "That's highly unlikely."