A/N: First fanfic. Please be nice! I own nothing! All rights to Stephenie Meyer!
Bella's POV:
"Bella please," Edward groaned, "I don't want to talk about this right now."
"Why?" I asked, "I want to be like you."
"You don't know what you're saying," He argued. I played with the sleeve of my shirt, looking down.
"Please…" I begged quietly. I heard Edward sigh. He moved closer to me, wrapping his arms around my waist. As he moved his face closer I bit my lip. Hard, feeling blood ooze out of it. He looked at me, almost dazed.
I brought my lips to his, kissing him slowly; tempting him. If he wouldn't do it, I was going to have to make him do it. I felt his teeth close down on my lip slightly; he could taste it.
He kissed me eagerly for moments more, trying to get every drop of blood off my lip. I almost sighed when he pulled away. His eyes were hungry, but he was smirking. "You taste…..why are you doing this to me?"
I let the disappointment on my face show, "How could you u possibly resist the taste of my blood?"
"I asked you first."
"Well…I told you already. I want to be like you."
"Can't it wait a little longer, Bella?" Edward asked, "please?"
I gave in, nodding. "You won't be able to put this off much longer." I warned.
"I know."
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