Twilight Fan-fiction. The Night Edward Stayed.
A/N. This is my first attempt at Twilight Saga fan fiction, so you'll have to excuse me if it's rubbish! Haha, I've only read the first two books, and I'm dying to read the other two, but I can't get my hands on them for a few days, so I'm going to have to settle for fan fiction for the moment! Right, I'm rambling, to the point! This is a one-shot, which, if liked, I may turn into a story/series of one-shots. I love writing romance fan fiction, so that's probably what it'll all be if I turn it into a series of one-shots, or whatever. Sorry if you love the action, but I've never really written action scenes before, so I'd prefer to stick to what genre I know I'm comfortable with. This story one-shot takes place in Twilight (or I suppose it could be any of them, but I'm saying Twilight, as I don't know what exactly the others include, though I feel it could fit in New Moon too…) and is one of the nights where Edward is staying with Bella in her room. Enough 'A.N.'! Time for the romance!…
I ran up to the bathroom, barely bothering to close the front door after Edward. I dug out my pajamas and changed quickly. I hurriedly brushed my teeth, and checked my face in the mirror. I wonder what was so appealing to him about me? I certainly wasn't the prettiest girl in the world. Nevertheless, he said he loves me, enough forever, and that's all that matters to me. I walked out the bathroom, shouted "Night, Dad," to Charlie, and practically flew into my room.
There he was, waiting, laid on the bed with his arms behind his head, still as a statue. My breath hitched in my throat. I don't think I'm ever going to get over how beautiful he is. I stood, stuck to my bedroom floor staring at him. I recovered after a few seconds and walked over to him. He was still frozen in the same pose in the same spot, just like my heart was a few seconds before. He was extremely good at this. I sat on the bed next to him as he suddenly came to life, my favourite half-smile on his face. I felt his cool stone arms wrap around my waist and gently pull me back. My heart jumped the second I felt his back on mine. He laughed quietly, obviously hearing the change. I felt blood rush to my face. He breathed deeply and sighed.
"It seems I'm addicted to this smell. Your smell. It's indescribable." He rested his head on my shoulder. I nestled my head to rest my warm cheek on his.
"So you've said," I smiled, "Have I ever told you that it's the same about yours?" His gentle laughter shook the bed. He sighed. "What's the matter?" I asked, concerned.
"Oh, nothing's wrong, I just like it. This, here with you. I love feeling how warm you are. It calms me." I smiled, glad there was nothing the matter. His hand slowly trailed up my side to my neck. He started to absent-mindedly trace patterns across my collarbone. My breathing grew ragged.
"Do you ever realise…" I breathed, hardly able to string a proper sentence together while he was doing such things.
"Realise what?" He said, still sweeping his smooth fingers across my skin.
"What sort of…effect you have…on me?" I gasped, attempting to push all my concentration into pronouncing words that didn't sound like a mess of letters. I felt him smile against m cheek.
"I wonder." He replied cryptic, as ever, his sweet breath blowing against my skin.
"When?" I whispered.
"Every second I'm with you." Emotion passed over me, overwhelming me.
"Just…just so you know…you drive me absolutely crazy…In a good way." His laugh sang softly around me.
After a few moments of silence, my breathing still ragged, Edward slowly turned his head to my cheek and began kissing my face from my temple to the hollow under my ear. With each kiss, his lips left my skin tingling from his touch. All I could do was sit there and remember how to work my lungs. His nose ran along my jaw from ear to ear and across my other cheek, and lifting off. Regaining control of my body, I turned found to face him, our noses almost touching, breathing in each others smell, looking into his liquid-gold eyes.
He smiled before turning his head a fraction and brushing his lips along mine. I groaned both at the delight of contact there, and lack of it. I'm sure he enjoyed watching me fight my urges. He waited just a second too long to put his lips back where I wanted them. I closed my eyes and concentrated on breathing, relishing in the fact that his cold lips were on mine. The kiss was gentle at the start, but then I began to over-react, as I always did. I ran my hands up his cold chest to entwine them in his coppery-brown hair. This time, like very few before, he let me. I felt his strong arms wind around my back, pulling me onto my bed, the mattress soft beneath me. He brought his hands up, one on my cheek, the other twisting in my hair, holding my face to his in his cold, iron clasp. Our lips became more urgent, both clearly pushing the caution lines aside, as we pressed our bodies together, his covering every line of mine. In the time when our lips broke apart, he kissed around my mouth, my nose, my cheeks, my throat, whispering my name, then returning them together with increasing urgency.
When I could no longer bring myself to breathe, he pulled away gently.
"Sorry," He said, breathless. "That was out of line." His eyes were twisted with concern and guilt.
"No!" I panted. "I really…don't mind! It was amazing." Happiness swam across his face.
"Really?" He asked, smiling devilishly.
"Yes," I breathed.
With that, he pressed his lips back to mine.
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