WitFit Challenge, January 4, 2011

Prompt: "Did you do this?" he asked. Rated T.

He paused at the doorway of our bedroom, which was dimly illuminated by scattered tealights and scented votives. The soft fragrance of freesia permeated the enclosed space, the candles scented in much the same way as my favorite lotion, the one Edward said he loved me wearing.

"Bella?"

He took off his shoes then crossed the room, walking over to the bedside table as he loosened his tie, then set his messenger bag next to the bed. The beginnings of a small smile played on his lips as he picked up the note I'd left him. It was sitting propped on a plate of chocolate-dipped strawberries, his favorite dessert. Well, one of his favorites, anyway.

I've missed you, Edward.

Welcome home. Lay back and get comfy. I'll be right out...

Yours,

Bella

xoxo

"Bella, where are you?" He phrased his question slowly, in a sing-song voice that was both playful and sultry at the same time. I waited until he sat on the bed, and with the remote started the music playing softly on the stereo. A soft jazz melody filled the room, and Edward lay back on the bed, closing his eyes and singing along...

Walkin' in the dark, seein' lovers do their thing, mmm...

That's the time I feel like making love to you.

That's the time I feel like making dreams come true.

I walked out of my hiding place behind the drapery, trying with great effort to keep a slow, steady pace as I approached my husband. He kept his eyes closed, but it was almost as if he sensed I was getting closer. His smile grew wider as he moved his hands behind his head; he was the picture of relaxation.

With as much grace and balance as I could muster, I climbed up on the bed, sat next to him, and wrapped my arms around his waist, resting my chin on his chest. He opened his eyes, but before he could turn his gaze toward me, he was caught up in the stare of his own reflection courtesy of my anniversary gift to him, mounted on the ceiling directly above our bed.

For a few moments he stared in disbelief, then smirked with mischief before looking my way.

"Wow... just wow."

I laughed at his inability to say much more.

"Did you do this?" he asked.

"Who else?" I replied. "I had it installed, though, so I didn't literally do it myself. And I did want to wait until you got home before I did anything with it."

With a low chuckle followed by a moan, he helped me move up closer to him so we could finally greet each other with a kiss. As the passion between us started to build, his hands roamed my back as he pulled his lips away, kissing my eyelids and forehead gently but fervently. I chanced a peek at my husband, seeking his lips again, only to find him entranced with his reflection in the mirror as he watched his fingers massage patterns on my back.

I laughed out loud, and when he looked at me, I asked him if he liked what he saw.

"Oh, no. I don't like. I love."