A small click, the smallest of sounds, breaks through the dream, coaxing me back to reality. It takes me a second to wake up my conscious when I hear another distinct click very close to where I lie. My eyes tighten against the noise instinctively, not because it's an intrusion, because it isn't. The sound is almost soothing, disappearing as soon as it appears, but it goes with a recoil instinct in my mind that reminds me how much I hate having my picture taken.
Another click and, though the bed I lie in is pleading with me to stay, I have to open my eyes and see exactly what is going on.
Blinking back disappointed sleep, I come face to face with a bronze haired camera lens.
I see the shutter blink like an eye and another click brushes across my brain.
"Good morning," The camera whispers.
"'Morning" I whisper. My voice is coarse. "What are you doing?"
The camera moves away, revealing a disheveled, barely awake himself, Edward. He's sitting on the floor cross legged, with a black camera placed securely in his hands. He tilts his head, smiling that crooked grin reserved simply for me and replies from vocal cords swathed in silk.
"I'm stealing you." He quickly captures another image. "Keeping you."
I bring my hand lethargically up to block the lens and turn to face the other way.
Edward grabs my wrist and tugs at my arm, planting a sweet kiss on the back of my neck.
"You can't do that now." He whispers into me. "I've stolen you, love. You're mine."
Goosebumps cascade form the place where his lips touched my skin and I barley realize the bed behind me bending with his weight. Strong arms weave their way around my waist and I feel warm, wet breaths caress and play with my hair and neck.
Another click.
The camera is back in front of me, and it blinks again.
"I can still see the camera, Edward." I whisper, turning around and hiding my face in his chest.
Another click.
Edward leans down and buries his face in my hair.
Another click.
I feel his nose skim my forehead, my hair and he inhales, tasting my smell, breathing me in.
"Don't look." his lips move against my ears.
I shake my head into his chest, pulling him close to me, hiding myself in him.
"Put it aside, please."
He shakes his head, clicking another picture.
"No."
I sigh, too sleepy and comfortable to argue. It won't have been worth the trouble anyway; I don't have the ability to deny him anything.
"I'm sorry I woke you."
His voice is apologetic.
I shake my head, pressing into him further where there is nowhere and everywhere to go. He smells like white sheets and sun and I inhale him to my toes.
"This is better."
Another click.
Edward's leg travels over mine, trapping me against him.
Another click.
"What are you going to do with so many pictures?" I mumble. "I'm right here."
I feel his hand take my chin and my eyes turn upward, connecting to his green ones and I see them twinkle back at me, distant jade stars.
"You are." He confirms and bends down, pecking my lips.
Another click.
"Edward..."
"Bella..."
Another peck, another click.
"I love you, but if you don't put that thing away, I will refuse to kiss you ever again."
Another click.
I frown and make a move to pull away, but his arm is tight around me, under me. He moves closer and I try to move back.
Another click.
"Edward." I threaten but he moves closer.
"Bella." He whispers, his voice brimming with love, reverent.
I bite my lip and his eyes flicker to my mouth. He moves closer, his mouth only centimeters away.
Another click.
"That's distracting." I can barely even utter, because it's not. Nothing can distract me from Edwards full lips, the mix of love and male that I can taste even when he's pulled away.
"Ignore it." The words are breath, simple exhale, not meant to be said, not meant to be heard.
He moves closer, his eyes hooded, lips parted, tracing mine but no pressure, no kiss yet made.
"Edward." I plead.
Another click.
He leans forward and my bottom lip is the filling to his mouth.
Another click, I think.
My arms travel up and around his neck and I pull him close, running my fingers through his hair. He lets escape a groan and I pull him lower. He's bending, but I cling, until convex of him touches every concave of mine and I would want to meld into one being if it weren't for the fact that I could never kiss him like this.
Another click.
He leans in, sucking, nipping, feeling, and I can't breathe from the want on this bed.
"Bella." He whispers into me.
My stomach coils and constricts, flies, and I pull him closer, because it's never enough. He's crushing my chest, my lungs and I have to pull back if only for air. He give me a milisecond before claiming my mouth again.
Another click.
The heat building, I trace my tongue softly along his bottom lip, begging entrance.
Another click.
His tongue ushers me in.
Another click.
We dance.
Another click.
We swim.
Another click.
We fall, are loved, float away.
Another click.
I smile because I understand the clicks now and his mouth turns up at my realization.
Another click.
My love, my need, my lust, my plead, my heart.
Another click.
He steals me.
He's going to keep me.