The Twilight Twenty-Five
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Prompt: #1
Pen Name: Purelyamuse
Pairing/Character(s): Edward/Bella
Rating: K
Word Count: 493
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A/N: Human. Beta: Lyricalkris
When he asked me to take a day trip with him I didn't know what to expect. But I never thought it would be this. He knows I'm from Phoenix, right?
I'm breathing hard, hiking uphill. Why? I don't have the right gear for this. I'm freezing, my feet numb. There's too much snow. I hate snow. I'm only here because—
There's a war cry, then arms clinging to my torso, forcing me off balance and straight into the snow. The denim of my jeans feels cold and damp, but I don't care because it's Edward who's smothering me, his quiet laughter ringing in my ear. We roll to our backs; he clasps my hand. My eyes on his, we make side by side snow angels.
"I'm glad you came," he says. The words catch in the wind, and my breath goes with them.
He grins. I grin. I pack my hand with snow, and then shove it in his face. Momentarily blinded, he grabs for me but fails. He groans, but he's up and chasing me again.
We've been flirting for months, but never like this because we were never without his fan club. But today it's just us, his brother, Emmett, and his girl, Rose. I'm loving it.
We sit on a log sipping hot chocolate, our thighs bumping as we talk English assignments and my upcoming volleyball tournament.
"Are you going to the winter dance?" he asks, eyes on our small fire.
"No," I say, but it's a whisper. Is this happening?
"Do you want to go?"
"With you?"
"No, with Emmett." His sarcastic tone is cute. I like it.
"All right. I like younger girls," Emmett says, and Rose just laughs.
"I'll go with Emmett," I say with a shrug.
He bumps my shoulder. "You want to? With me?"
I nod, my eyes staying on the collar of his shirt.
He ducks his head, catching my eyes, a smirk on his face. "That's a yes, right?"
"Mmm hmm."
"Don Juan, put this fire out while I load up. We need to head out." Emmett starts gathering our supplies, Rose at his heels.
With my hand in Edward's, we climb into the back of Emmett's Good Times van.
The drive up we were animated, chatty. This drive is different. We're cold, cuddling, almost lying down on the bench. He pulls an afghan on top of us, wraps his arms around me. "You smell like chocolate," he says to my neck.
I say nothing, just breathe deep, in and out, trying not to faint when he's surrounding me like this. How do girls do this all the time without hyperventilating?
He draws lines on my neck. I'm one second away from combusting. His fingers come around, under my chin, coaxing me toward him. His lips are gentle on mine. Warm and welcome, like the tasty drinks we had earlier. His eyes on mine, he smiles softly, and the snow melts away.