This one-shot is rated "K"
A Glimpse Into Forever
I've never told you this, but you've forever spoiled me. I smile because I'm positive that you know anyway.
Your head tilts to the side, your ocher eyes alight with playful curiosity; you're wondering about my thoughts. My smile turns into an iridescent beam of pure contentment that I can see reflected within those enchanting, inquisitive eyes of yours. I wouldn't have it any other way. Of course you would argue otherwise, stubborn vampire that you are, but I believe that half of the reason why we work so well is because you can't read my thoughts. You, on the other hand, have been grumbling for the past one hundred and twenty-seven years that everything would be so much easier if only your telepathy worked on me. My response is to laugh and shake my head in good humor every time.
Really, though, sometimes I think I'm too lucky, that at some point I'll wake up from a blissfully long dream that started the moment I laid eyes on you more than a lifetime ago. I can imagine your reaction if I told you this, you would tell me I was absurd--and then that pleased smile that I find so charming would grace your lush, pale lips a moment later when I would go on to tell you that the reason the dream would have started the moment I saw you would be because, taken in by your enchanting beauty, or debonair masculinity, as you would correct me, I would be so completely overwhelmed by your sheer presence that I would faint. Then it would be my turn to call you absurd when you would tell me that my little scenario could just as easily have gone the other way around and you could have been the one to have gone into a dead faint because of how gorgeous I am; but I would have to point out that that could never work because vampires can't faint, after all. But because both of us are pretty headstrong we would probably end our conversation at a draw, however you would of course want to have the last say, or last action as it were, and you would lightly pinch me and tell me I'm not dreaming.
You affectionately nudge me with a hip and I snap back into the reality of us dancing. Slow dancing because, no matter how much time has gone by and how much I have changed, some things never change. Your long, tapered fingers are interlaced with mine; both sets are equally pale. You rest your head atop mine and inhale the timeless fragrance of strawberries that I have kept just for you, but I can practically hear your mind buzzing with the want of my thoughts. I press a secret smile into your shoulder and decide dream or no, where I am right now is where I always want to be.
And is it any wonder that where I always want to be is in your arms? I think about my earlier musings about you spoiling me for forever and come to the easy conclusion that, no, it really isn't hard to believe whatsoever. I'm spoiled by your attentiveness, your love, your immortal embrace. All of which I'll never miss a moment of because I have no need for slumber anymore, just like you. And I'll surely never tire of any of it.
A smattering of applause brings our attention to the reason for our dancing: the renewal of Rosalie and Emmett's vows. They look as happy as ever in all of their wedding finery. When Rosalie determinedly meets my gaze, I feel trepidation as I realize her intent. Helplessly I catch the bouquet with an ease that belies my unease. While I glare in the direction of Alice's tinkling laughter, you gently put a finger under my chin and direct my gaze to your intent eyes. You lift my right hand which holds the bouquet and then my left, kissing the ring you have bestowed upon me three times before.
Your eyes once again hold a question, but this time I'm more than happy to let you into my thoughts by simply telling you 'yes.'
I'm spoiled forever by the look of awe and endless devotion that never fails to exude from your eyes, Edward, when I reaffirm my infinite love for you.
Finis.
"My bounty is as boundless as the sea, my love as deep. The more I give thee, the more I have, For both are infinite" -- William Shakespeare