Disclaimer: as a matter of fact, I do own the characters that appear here. ;)
Humour/Parody – this could actually seem kinda kinky if you stand on your head and squint, but it's meant to be just a bit of harmless fun. Hope you enjoy.
I'm lying on my bed, in my hand a text I'm supposed to read for biology. I run my eyes over the first paragraph for the fourth time, but the meaning still refuses to seep into my brain. This is hopeless. I put the paper down, resigning myself to the fact that I won't be able to concentrate on schoolwork – not while he is here, sprawled beside me, breathing deeply, and probably listening to my heartbeat. Even if I glued my eyes to the page, I wouldn't be able to ignore him, because all around me he has spread a faint, unmistakeable smell of Edward. It makes me feel at home.
I run an idle hand through his hair, just behind his ear. The soft light from my reading lamp makes it shine in shades of copper, bronze and gold that mingle with the movement, as if to remind me how precious he is. He leans into the touch, sighing contentedly, and I relish the feeling of the silky strands slipping through my fingers. When I move back for another stroke, my hand comes closer to his nose, and his breath catches for an instant, then he's drinking in my smell. His head turns further, until a lip is brushing my wrist, the short, soft hair producing a feather-light tickle. He presses into the touch, and I can feel the hard, smooth edge of a tooth – a pointed canine – on the sensitive skin of my wrist.
Someone who's never been in my situation would probably be worried, and of course, intellectually, I can see how this might seem threatening. There are those who would say that he is not human, that he doesn't have the same control over his actions, and that he can't be trusted. But the fact is that I trust Edward, utterly and absolutely. I just know he won't use those teeth to hurt me, as surely as I know I'd gladly die for him.
Almost as if he had heard that thought, he opens one eye – dark, almost black, filled with animal hunger. And while I would much prefer to stay here, with him, just so, I realize I can't put this off forever. I take a deep breath, and say: "Well... shall we?"
He raises his head immediately, now both of those dark orbs fixed on me with intense, single-minded focus. I rise.
He leaps down from the bed too fast for my eyes to follow and rushes ahead into the kitchen. I follow with my slower, human steps. When I arrive, he is already sitting there, expectant gaze riveted on me. He is positively wriggling in anticipation, tail swishing excitedly back and forth, as I fill his bowl with chow and set it on the floor. That's my Edward.