A/N: Randomness and Edward baffled...i was on a sugar high...
Heather, you better be happy!
Disclaimer: If I owned Edward would have strip scenes because i'm not a prude..cough cough...author
"You aren't going to touch me again while we're here are you?"
"No."
I was mad. More than mad. I was like a hormonal pregnant woman on a rampage because she didn't have chocolate, that's how angry I was.
I can't believe that Edward would do that! I mean, weren't all guys supposed to be sex-crazed piles of testosterone anyways? Why couldn't he be a pig for once in his existence?
I walked into the bedroom suite where my suitcase was. Then I saw it.. The perfect revenge.
The barely-there lace ensemble was beckoning me to try it on and be...well be a bitch. It was black lace with just a hint of red ribbon running through the waistband. If that's what you could call it. There couldn't have been more than three centimeters to the entire outfit. This made it perfect. I smiled an evil smile to myself in the mirror. He was so going to pay.
x-x-xEdward's POVx-x-x
My eyes widened as my beautiful Bella swayed in the room. No kidding, swayed. I mean, when did she learn to do that without a falter of her feet? When did she even learn how to do that at all?! She turned toward me with a smile on her face worthy of a dominatrix. I raised one eyebrow at her, asking her the silent question of what the hell?
x-x-xBella's POVx-x-x
I smirked as I saw Edward's eyes widen. This was really going to work.
I laid down and just as he wrapped one granite arm around me I shook him off. I mean, he let me of course, but all the same he looked confused.
"Bella, are you okay?"
"Of course, why wouldn't I be? Though I must ask you to please, if you would, refrain from touching me."
"Huh?" The look on Edward's face was priceless; brow gathered in confusion, lips pursed as if trying to solve a difficult math problem. And I was pretty sure that right now I wasn't adding up.
"That shouldn't be a problem dear, you said that you wouldn't touch me…so…"I finished looking pointingly at my waist.
"Bella!" Edward gasped. "You can't be serious. I meant have sex; make beautiful love. Of course I'll still touch you. Otherwise you would die if I didn't catch you when you fell." He smirked at that last, thinking I would just give in. But, oh no. He had a another thing coming.
"Edward, I. Don't. Care. My clumsiness is genetic and I don't appreciate you making fun of it. And secondly, since you don't care to touch me, there is a room filled with feathers calling your name, with a bed for you to sleep on since you won't do anything else in it. Oh, never mind. I forgot you don't sleep. Then read a book or watch TV, I really don't care. Just get out and don't touch me!"
Edward's mouth was dropped open in surprise. He tried several times to make his mouth work but it didn't seem to want to follow orders. He was stunned. I had stunned theEdward Cullen. This was rich; rolling in chocolate rich. But as much as I wanted to laugh, I kept my poker face as he slowly got up, and walked out of the room.
I was feeling pretty good but then I remembered I couldn't sleep without my lullaby.
Damn! Mustering up my courage I let out a soft, plaintive "Edward...". He came through the door.
After looking at the raised eyebrow and the smug face that just screamed Ha-ha you NEED me! You can't be without me! He calmly said "Yes, Bella?"
"Could you sing to me?" I grumbled.
"What, I didn't quite catch that."
"Could you sing to me?"
"What? Be a little louder please Bella. Hard of hearing, you know." As the edges of his mouth were tugging toward a smile I asked again.
"I can't sleep without you singing. Would you, oh ever loving husband, sing to me?"
He smirked and said "Of course love. All you had to do was ask." As he strode through the room.
A/N: reveiws get you buckets of edward!