Disclaimer: Hmm, the last time I checked my coat pockets I realized that I didn't own the rights to Twilight.
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Control: (V): To exercise restraint; i.e. Edward Cullen.
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A black three ring binder fell ominously to the checkered tiled floor startling the young brunette with an audible clatter. A gasp lined her misproportioned lips as she felt herself being hauled up onto the icy black top counter by a virtual Adonis.
On her own sticky sweet breath she swallowed the strange syllables of his name, drowning in his liquid seduction. "Edward," She whispered once again feeling her trembling calves being parted, relishing in the wild sounds of buttons being forcibly popped and fabric ripping.
"Bella," His venom lined tongue caressed each syllable of her name, repeating it in her ear as if it were his own personal mantra. "You want me," The wicked tone of his bell-like voice made it seem less like a question and more like an accusation.
The artist known to the world as Embarrassment painted porcelain cheeks with a streak of deep scarlet causing his pitch orbs to flash, throat scorched. Her own dark brown orbs darted back and forth over their audience of uncertain, shocked faces that lined wooden seats.
Gathering her wits Bella attempted to cast Edward a pleading expression but failed miserably when she was captured by his smoldering orbs upon turning her attention back to him. Fingertips that seemed to cease belonging solely to himself gripped her thighs before he buried himself unmercifully deep, seeming to burn within her. Cold, parted lips swallowed all her mews and sighs of contentment.
"I love you," Bella managed to whisper and no sooner had her warm breath touch his earlobe had he blinked and the veil of fantasy intertwined with the fabric of reality.
"This is Bella Swan," A soundless voice floated, dancing in his own sea of confusion as he watched the young girl stroll across the science classroom quite stiffly. Her delicious scent assaulted his nostrils unmercifully and deliberately he gripped the sides of his chair in attempt to keep himself in place, feeling the wood warping under his grip.
Closing his eyes temptation's little ghost-like fingers brushed the edges of his reality, replaying the fantasy it had conjured again while Edward used all his strength to will it away. Fighting to regain control the young vampire planted his feet sternly to the titled floor and decided in the brief moment that switching Science classes was a necessity.
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An: I hope you guys enjoyed my drabble and re-write of Bella and Edward's first meeting. ^.^