Sasukec: Yay! New fanfic! This is pretty much set in the 4th book of the Twilight series, Breaking Dawn! (SPOILER ALERT! If you haven't read Breaking Dawn yet, then don't read this!! I don't like to ruin things for people!) Stephenie Meyer skipped over the smex parts and sooo I thought… Why not just fill in the blanks? Lol I hope you like!
Also, Stephenie Meyer is way above what I am capable of writing! I tried to imitate her style as best I could but, never as good as her! The characters and plot belongs to her and only her!!! Never me!!! Please enjoy after my enormous rant xD
P.S. – Due to a misunderstanding, I must point this out… This takes place when they arrive at Isle Esme. Stephenie left out the sex parts and this is what I imagine what happened
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Edwards skin was as cold and pale as ever as his fingers gently brushed over my face. I knew what he wanted. And I already knew what I wanted - what I needed. There was a silent conversation between the two of us that we both knew every word to.
His lips crushed against mine in an almost hungry way, they moved against my own lips in a way that seemed perfect - which was perfect. Almost as if he were moving in a planned motion, he kissed along my jaw, his kisses leaving a permanent feeling of want and longing.
I felt the need to touch and caress every part of him, it was strong enough that for a split second, it felt stronger than Edward's strength. Unable to resist that urge, I cautiously lifted my right hand, and slid it under his dark gray shirt. I let my hand wander over his perfectly toned chest.
His reaction to my touch was just as I expected. His cool breath ghosted over my neck, along with his intoxicating aroma. I inhaled the sweet smell of his breath as I absentmindedly began to pull his shirt off. For a moment, I was afraid that he'd pull away, fearing for my safety because he wouldn't be able to control himself. But, I was gladly mistaken. He gracefully helped me take his shirt off, letting me slide it up and over his head, the shirt lightly brushing his bronze hair before hitting the floor.
I knew what risk I was taking with him. Every part of myself was like a ceramic glass gem to him that he could so easily crush. I thought about every possible error that could go wrong, and every miracle that could go right. Edward was hesitant to this idea. Even I was at first. But I knew what I was asking for. And every hour in my life… Every day, seemed to lead up to this moment.
Edward continued to move his cold but irresistible lips along my neck, unbuttoning my blouse with gentle hands as he did so.
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Sasukec: That's all I got so far :) I hope you likey how it is! I know, way more descriptive than Stephenie Meyer might have done but yeah :) Please review! P.S.- This is not done yet!! I'm still planning to add more! :)