Title: For Once
Rating: K+
Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters they all belong to Queen Steph! The lovely woman who gave us some lovely drool worthy inspiration.
The torment that my presence causes you every night and day must be maddening to your inner nature that wants to take so badly, yet has to be agony inflicted on the man that loves me. The ever present burning for my blood and, at times, my body when you allow it the greatest form of pleasure and sin.
The restraint you must possess and keep such a tight hold on, every second you are with me, has to be iron clad, so that you don't slip up and make a mistake like you almost did that first day when we met and sealed our fates together. The encounter that entertwined our paths so that we couldn't be without the other.
How do you stand it?
I know that any lesser of a man would have gone mad by now and lost control.
It must be unbearable to have the one you love, the only thing you want, be the one and only thing you can't have in this entire world. To have that desire would be the loss of another, greater one.
Sometimes, though, I don't see why you just don't let yourself go and give in to that one desire you want above all others. I don't feel that I'm worthy of your loyalty, your passion and quiet strength. A creature like yourself deserves so much better than a lowly plain human, such as myself.
There must be someone better, more deserving, out there for you somewhere. You could have anyone you wished for. Then you would be equals and the world wouldn't be so off balanced like it is now, what with two unlikely people loving each other.
You should quit wasting time with me and go and find someone you can spend eternity with, since I'm clearly not the one you want forever. This is just a phase, this obsession with me, as Rosalie has said countless times.
It sounds like something you would say to me, doesn't it, Edward?
I guess you have effected me in more than a few ways, more than I'd ever dreamed or imagined. More ways than anyone thought, when I think of it.
Now, as you walk towards me, ignorant of all the watchful eyes on you and your perfect body, I feel proud to be the one who has won your attention.
It makes me proud that, when you finally reach me, gazing with eyes so tender and loving, so memorizing and I have to remind myself to breathe. Me, Bella Swan, has someone like Edward Cullen. I'd never dreamed anything like it could happen to myself. Never in a million years.
And now as you lean down close and your hard lips brush ever so softly over my own, the girls in the room stare at me longingly and glare with envy, cause, for once, they wish they were me.
And for once...
I think myself worthy of your unyielding adoration, and I know that I stand a chance of winning you as my prize, so that I'm able to keep you forever.