Emmett's fingers gripped my waist, his huge hands pulling me away from Edward who was smileing devilishly. This was the part I was slightly dreading.
As tradition has it, at every wedding, the bride is supposed to take a seat on the best mans lap while her groom takes off the wedding garter. And our wedding wouldn't be any different, especially if Edward was to have his way. I sat with a bang on Emmett's lap; I was scared and embarrassed of what Edward was going to do next.
The guests' attention was already on Edward as he gracefully kneeled down in front of me grasping my calf in his slender fingers. His hands were cool and I shivered slightly as he pulled my smooth leg up to him, my ankle under his arm.
I looked over to see Alice, Esme, and Renee, all standing next to each other giggling lightly. And that's when I heard Emmett boom next to my ear, "Edward, you're supposed to take off the garter with your teeth!" Everyone else in the room started to snicker and chuckle and my cheeks were instantly engulfed with a pink blush.
Edwards hands encircled my leg, moving his way upward. His fingers reached my thigh just below the ivory lace garter, rhinestone embellishments lining the middle. Cold lips pressed to my feverish skin just before teeth reached for the fringy garment, my dress scrunched delicately in my hand. I looked back to see Renee smiling and Charlie reaching for the champagne, bringing it to his lips, and taking a few gulps.
Shinning teeth clenched the lace, pulling it down my leg, his fingers gripping my body as he moves. He smiles at me the entire way down, until he gets down to my ankle, bending my leg back gently, and pulling it off with his hands -- throwing his arm in the air with a chuckle.
The guest cheered and Edward spoke huskily, "I would like my wife back, best man." And with a giggle escaped from my parted lips he pulled my body to him, my leg at his side, throwing the garter over his shoulder.
I know its crap, and its short, but i like the idea of it. Comment!