First of all, this was not planned, I haven't written a fanfic in two and a half years, so excuse me if I'm a little rusty. All mistakes are mine, too. So without further ado… Here's a thing I done, based on a poem that I wrote and you can read on my blog (link on my bio).
Disclaimer: The most prestige thing I own is a concert ticket to see The Weeknd last November. So no, I don't own Twilight.
The perks of being a vampire are not lost upon Bella Cullen.
What intrigues her the most is the constant ease at being herself - something she thought would've happened at least a decade into her new life.
And as she runs in the forest with her husband and her daughter she grins at the simpleness to just be, something that tended to result in her being in mortal danger when she was human.
… So why is it that she wants more?
Assuredly, Bella is not a selfish creature, and she lives to see other people's happiness. She loves her family more than her own existence, but, glancing a look at the carefree bliss on Edward's face, she can't help but wish for a bit of rebellion - the type of rebellion that will leave her with a rush only rivaled by the touches Edward gives her every night.
What if she could have both?
She stops at the new revelation; Renesmee and Edward stop too, confused. They look at Bella's face with a slight wariness… Bella is not known for her spontaneity.
"Bella, love? Is anything wrong?" Edward asks, reaching out to stroke the cold marble of her face. Bella looks at him, already feeling the warm bubble of heat begin to rise in her stomach. She shakes out of her reverie, and starts to run back to the house. Puzzled, her husband and daughter follow.
xXx
Bella speaks little about her weird behaviour in the forest, until three days later she finds Edward in the garage, polishing his Aston Martin.
"Hey."
Edward turns with a bright smile to greet his wife, then stops and stares at the sight before him; the sight of his wife dressed in only his shirt, that stops at her thigh and leaves very little to the imagination. He flashes to his feet, not bothering to continue with the car.
"You look… ravishing," he growls, and takes her arm, ready to take her to their cottage and have his wicked way with her. That is, until she pulls out from his grasp. Edward stares at her with mild confusion. He attempts to peruse her mind, but finds it blocked again. "Bella?" He asks, and she begins to stalk towards him till she's a breadth away from his lips, then pushes him back, so that he's backed up against his once-forgotten car.
"Not that I'm objecting, but could I ask what your motives are for this?" Edward asks, his arms automatically winding around his wife's waist. She smirks, the smile touching her eyes and rendering Edward speechless for a moment.
"I want you, and I want you now." Bella purrs, already beginning to tear at his dirty shirt. Edward holds her wrists, a warning.
"Bella, I don't think this is a good idea. Even though everyone else is out hunting, who's to say they won't come back in two minutes?" As he speaks, his mind scans for the familiar 'voices' of his family.
Nothing, for now.
"That's the point, Edward. Where's your rebellious side gone? We're all alone, and even if they come back, doesn't that make it all the more thrilling?" Reaching up, Bella captures his earlobe with her teeth, making him hiss in pleasure. "I know you're worried about crossing the line… But sometimes it's okay to slide…"
And they do.
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- chann3l.0rang3
