Note: I am not Stephenie Meyer and I do not own the Twilight series. I am only a fan with too much imagination. Hope you like it!
"I will marry you." I barely whispered, but could hardly hear myself. I knew Edward could me perfectly, though, with his insanely sharp vampire hearing.
Edward smiled his crooked smile, his warm eyes suddenly flashing butterscotch.
He whispered something under his breath. I couldn't hear what he said, but before I could ask, his cold lips suddenly were on mine, and my will melted away.
I resisted at first, reluctant to kiss him after he refused to change me into a vampire, but his iron-hard hands weren't budging, and I furiously kissed him back, my fingers knotting in his hair.
This kiss wasn't as careful as Edward's others. Leaning back against the bed… feeling his cold breath against my neck… the way his free hand caressed my leg; I knew what this was coming to.
His kisses left me dizzy, and I fell onto the bed.
Instead of leaving, Edward gracefully climbed in next to me, kissing me the whole time.
I was in heaven.
I was sure Edward was also, by the way his kisses made a trail down my neck. I could feel his cool breath on my shoulders as he whispered my name.
I clung to his neck as he unbuttoned my blouse. His fingers were slow at first, unusually shaky, but he relaxed after a few undone buttons.
Between kisses, I clumsily reached up along the wall, feeling for the light switch. As my hand felt around the wall, Edward suddenly hesitated. My eyes blinked open, still dizzy from the kisses.
I realized what he was doing.
My eyesight was suddenly foggy— I could see what he was doing, but my mind didn't process it.
I was only vaguely aware that I was only wearing my bra and jeans, which were slowly sliding off. That Edward's shirt was lying in a rumpled pile on the floor, and that my fingers were tracing every crevice of his icy chest. That every time I broke away from kissing, my breath came in puffs and wheezes.
It was only until I heard Charlie's police cruiser come to a rumbling halt in the driveway that my mind registered what Edward and I were doing.
With a gasp, I shoved away from Edward's embrace. I rolled over on my stomach, away from Edward, as I caught my breath.
When I rolled back over to face him, Edward seemed just as startled as I was. From the way he took in my lack of clothing, it seemed as if he was seeing me for the first time.
Heat flooded my face. I was only partially aware of the door downstairs opening and closing with a loud thud. Of Charlie's squeaking footsteps as he made his way to the kitchen. Of the fact that I was half naked in my room with my fiancé, about to do God knows what.
"Bella, you up there?" Charlie's booming voice came from downstairs. I heard him noisily make his way up the stairs.
"Yeah… Dad… I'm here… just… a sec!" I shouted while fumbling with my shirt and jeans.
Suddenly, the door to my room flew open and Charlie stood behind it, staring at me with a strange look on his face.
My face fell, and my expression turned horrified. My mind worked to come up with an explanation that would both explain and justify my rumpled jeans, half-unbuttoned top, the messy covers on the bed, Edward's half-naked presence next to me...
Glancing around, I suddenly realized that I no longer sitting at my bed, but at my desk. In front of me, Wuthering Heights was flipped open to a random page. Looking behind me, the covers on my bed were tucked in as they should be, as if I had just finished making my bed. My clothes were not strewn across the bed, and my shirt and jeans were buttoned and did not look rumpled. Edward was no where to be seen.
"Bells… you okay?" Charlie asked in an unsure voice. A small smile lit up my face as I realized what Edward had done. "Yep, Dad, I'm fine. Thanks for checking in on me. How was work?" I asked. My attempt at nonchalance clearly worked, and all traces of doubt disappeared on Charlie's face as he answered my question. "Fine, Bells. What are you up to?" He glanced warily at a corner of my bed—one that had not been tucked in… in haste? "Oh, you know, just reading." I laughed nervously and motioned towards my battered copy of Wuthering Heights.
"'Kay. Is dinner ready?" He grunted. Dinner. Oops. I'd forgotten about that. "Sorry, Ch—Dad. I didn't have a chance to make it yet. I was…" Being purposed to? Lying with my back on the ground, in a meadow 5 miles from Forks, while Edward and I made out? Kissing Edward in the rain? Almost losing my virginity, here, in my own bed, with Edward? Right before you came in?
I tried my best to keep my expression calm. "I was… I… I… realized we ran out of food, and was about to go to the store to get some." I gulped. Could he see how a cold sweat had broken out on my forehead? How my lips twitched from lying? How blood rushed up to color my face, and how I averted my eyes from his gaze?
Instead, Charlie just sighed. "That's okay, Bells. I think we have some leftover pizza… I'll go and warm it up." He closed the door to my room, and I heard him go downstairs.
No sooner had I breathed a sigh of relief did I see Edward lying across my bed, fully clothed. His eyes were closed, and his hands were folded behind his head. I watched the gentle rhythm of his breathing before daring to speak.
"So." I said, relief evident in my voice. "That was a close one." I came over and lay down beside Edward, resting my head on his chest.
"You think?" Was all he replied. I looked up to see him smiling with his eyes still closed. I leaned in and trailed a few kisses down his cheek, before lying down beside him again.
Hey guys! This is my first fanfic, so please post a review and let me know what you think of it! Thanks. Chapters 2 & 3 will be up soon!
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