So... this is my first Twilight story I've ever written, so please take it easy on me... It's more a drabble from Edward's POV...so Enjoy

) EJP

Author's Note: I want to dedicate this to my wonderful girlfriend... who seems to bring the Edward out of me D

Caveat--- I only own the three books, my own writing, and and a few epic RP sites... on of them being Twilight... I'll upload the link on my profile soon )

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Of all the words that can be found in any language, it seems to be the one I say the most that she decidedly never seems to hear leave me lips.

I can say no a million ways, and while that is a gross exaggeration of my linguistic skills, I feel that even if I had one million ways to show my disagreement and disdain for what she asks, she still wouldn't hear me.

My headstrong, human girlfriend is the only thing left in my existence that can remotely make the faint feeling of exhaustion.

I have tried every way possible to tell her exactly how opposed I am to taking her humanity from her, all the ways I can tell her that I oppose because I love her too much, all she seems to hear is everything the tone in my voice betrays me with.

The subtle shake of my head only makes a smile curl on her lips, in a slightly mischievous way that I wonder if that was a skill she picked up from all her time with Alice, or if she really possesses the skills to dazzle me.

I can sift through my head and try and sift through as many foreign languages as possible: nein, niet, non, nicht, ni, and even in my slight desperation I will just mutter no, knowing that she has tapped my patient creativity.

She seems to avoid my vacant stare as I tease my fingers over the piano keys; the slight downturned grimace on my face only starts to brim into a slight smile, the smile that she professes to loving so much. I can't help but be amused by her.

Even now, when I have abandoned her to the lions, however terrible that metaphor is in a house full of vampires, I know the one singular thought she has is the next way she will try and catch me off my guard.

Despite the fact she is impervious to my mind reading powers, I don't have to use any extra sensory skills to know that in her mischievous brain, she is calculating how she can sway me, convince me, tempt me into letting the words she wants to hear spoken to her in a hushed whisper, or with a beaming smile, really anyway she can hear the one word she longs to hear.

The laugh that rips from Emmett's throat Is enough for me to know I didn't need to hear the fact that he has been silently betting in his own head about when she'll fall again, and I know that with every second his laugh grows, so does her slow blush and the slight wish that she could be more like us once more for all the reasons she has whispered to me while I watch the last hints of her waking world slip from her eyes.

Little does she know that while I picture the slow blush creep across her face, the one singular thought on my mind is that one day, the one day when I can finally stop going against myself and stop coming up with all the ways to say no and just finally agree to her simple request. No painful creativity here, I know exactly how I will finally succumb to her request.

I do.

The squeal that reaches my ears from rooms and rooms away tells me one thing; we should have really bought a muzzle for Alice, oh the joys of having a psychic sister.

I think for once, I too will be betting on Alice, God help us all.

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) -EJP