Broken
STEPHENIE MEYER OWNS ALL THINGS TWILIGHT. I OWN NOTHING.
Sunday September 9, 2001 EPOV
It was a beautiful and unseasonably September day for New York City. My wife, Bella, and I were enjoying a picnic in Manhattan's Battery Park. We were high school sweethearts and I honestly couldn't imagine spending my life with anyone else. We completed each other. My faults were her strong points and vice-versa. I took a bite of the potato salad that lay in front of us and looked into Bella's eyes.
"What?" she questioned mischievously.
"Nothing," I smirked.
"Don't 'nothing' me Cullen. What's going on in that head of yours?" she bantered back playfully.
"I'm just thinking about you, and how happy I am that you're my wife," I replied.
"Oh God, you're such a sap!" Bella whined.
"Yeah, so sue me." I knew I sounded sappy but I truly didn't give a shit. I was always sure to voice my feelings about my wife to her. There wasn't a day that went by that I didn't tell Bella I loved her and how much she meant to me. And I knew she felt the same. I reached up and pulled Bella's face between my hands and kissed her. Our tongues battled for dominance and before long we fell back onto the picnic blanket; Bella's body atop my own. Our situation was quickly becoming a heated one. I fisted my hand into Bella's mahogany hair while my other one seemed to be creeping beneath her shirt on its own accord.
"Edward," Bella whispered breathlessly.
"Mmmmmm," I groaned as I peppered sensual kisses from her lips, down her neck, across her collarbone.
"We have to stop," she said. But her words and actions said two different things as she gently tugged on my hair; a move that she knew was sure to drive me wild. We moved together in perfect harmony as a result of our years spent as lovers.
"Why should we stop, Mrs. Cullen?" I questioned lustfully. I moved my hand from her hair and began to push her shirt off of her shoulder as to allow my lips better access. In response her head rolled to the side in ecstasy.
"Because we're in…uuunnnggghhh," she groaned in lust as my hand became dangerously close to her supple breast beneath her shirt. I knew I was driving her mad, but I didn't care. I knew I'd get my payback later, hopefully at home in our bed. She opened her eyes and pushed my hand away as she stared at me in wanton. "Because we're in public, Edward," she grumbled as began to pack up our picnic basket, gradually catching her breath in the process. I smirked. We'd been together for 11 years, since we were sophomores in High School. And we'd been married blissfully for 5 years. Our life was damned near perfect and I tried not to take it for granted. After all, it was a fact of life that things could change in an instant.
This is my first attempt at Fanfiction so please be gentle! I am thinking about turning it into a full length story. (Pay attention to date and final sentence for clues.) So how is it? Is it worth continuing?