Okay this series is going to be completely about love scenes…obviously, and from Bella's perspective. I decided to this because I found myself browsing through the books for the "good parts". HeeHee. Anyway, it is literally a look on Edward and Bella getting closer. Now this is just for fun, so I will not be traipsing into Breaking Dawn material. This is the evolution of a relationship, not Twilight series speculation. So with that said, enjoy the first fluffy chapter.
I lay still in my bed under Edward, his head on my chest listening to my heart. I could feel his body pressed against mine, but his weight was not on me. This of course was a nice gesture but at the same time frustrating. I wanted him to relax, but that wasn't going to happen. I played with his hair as he continued with his fascination of the loud beating in my heart. I'm not sure why he needed to listen so closely since he could have probably heard it a mile away. Maybe he was feeling it pound on mercilessly against my ribcage because of his close proximity. I thought to myself wondering if my reaction to him would ever change. I mean, of course, whenever I was changed I would not have a heartbeat-that would obviously change. I didn't foresee myself ever being used to the closeness of Edward Cullen however. It was too much of a miracle to take advantage of.
It was right then, at my most comfortable, the middle of my back began itching as if I had an ant crawling down my tank top. I tried to ignore it hoping I could will it away, but still it persisted. I rolled my eyes and cursed my luck. If I moved now Edward would move off, and then he would probably start suggesting I get some sleep.
"Hey give me a sec." I tried to sound casual, but the itching was becoming maniac. I could have torn my skin off my bones right there if I could. That would bode well for my vampire boyfriend-fiancé now.
"What's the matter?" He asked removing his head off of my chest as I had feared. He looked up at me with his eyes and I felt as if I could melt, but the itch kept at it.
"My back…I just got an itch." I said trying to reach the middle of my back. How I hated having small arms! Then, without a second to react, his hand had slid underneath from the bottom of my shirt scratching the spot that was tormenting me. He had moved up and now his face was close to mine. He scratched gently in circles and suddenly my skin was no longer itching, it was on fire. He looked deep into my eyes and I could feel myself breath differently and my heart to race.
"Better?" He asked laying his cool hand against my back. I was completely in his arms now. I could only nod up and down stupidly. I tried not to shudder at the new touch but he must have known I was more than keenly aware. He pressed his lips gently against mine. The feeling of ice, soft lips on mine was perhaps the best feeling in the world. My hands held onto his face, and I became lost to the touch of him. He pulled away to allow me to breath, kissing my jaw line and neck. I breathed in deep and nearly lost it. His scent was so intoxicating. I took another deep breath and kissed him on the lips. We moved our lips against each other with urgency. How long was it before the wedding? How long could I wait?
I felt Edward relax and I began to feel more of his weight. He kept his hand on my back pulling me closer to him while his other was at my waist. My hands ran through his hair. I'm not sure how it happened but the next thing I knew I was able to wrap my legs around him. I wasn't thinking- I just did. He moaned the moment I did and moved forward instinctually, and then he was out of bed. I lay there breathing heavily for a moment. Sometimes being human and having to catch your breath was a big inconvenience.
"You okay?" I asked in a low voice. I could see his faint shadow at the other side of the room.
"Yeah, just give me a moment." He said quietly. I relaxed and waited for his return. This is what happened almost every time we got closer. He had a moment where he felt like he was losing control. Sometimes I wondered if it was the vampire inside of him, or the teenage human that I had managed to help resurface. Wasn't that the point of making out or for that fact making love? To lose control with someone. He feared losing control with such intensity because he was sure it was the non-human side of him that would take over. I was not always convinced of that.
He came back over slowly and surprised me my laying down exactly like he had before, his head on my chest. I lay extremely still for his benefit. I didn't want to push him against the edge. It wasn't enjoyable like that. I could not force Edward to do anything he wasn't ready to do or wasn't willing to do. I had learned that the hard way many times before. I slowly brought my hand to rest on his back and rubbed it in small circles. He sighed out relaxing again.
"Sorry. It was a reaction before." I apologized to him. Sometimes it was hard to control the thing inside of me. It was not as strong as the urges Edward felt towards me, but it was strong enough to put us both in danger in many ways.
"It's okay." He answered back softly. He looked up to me. "In some ways I love that your body reacts to me in that way. It is as if our bodies are having a conversation with each other." He said smiling at me.
"Yeah, I guess you could think of it that way." I smiled back at him. My body was currently sending the message "take me", but I didn't say that out loud to him. If he was too aware of what I wanted he would have rolled over, and I would be begging him to come back. Begging isn't as sexy as patience.
"It's just too bad they can't continue the conversation just yet." He said as he trailed his finger on the hem of my tank top.
"And if you could translate, what would the conversation involve?" I asked coyly. He looked down but I could see the smile across his beautiful mouth.
"Oh, you can't translate word for word. It's very primitive." He looked at me with a twinkle in his eyes.
"You could give me an idea, you know." I pressed him further. I could be quite the instigator with him.
"Well, as you know, I am still learning this new language." He winked at me and I felt myself swoon. "But I know when I touch you…"He moved up above my hem against the bottom of my ribs. "Your body calls to me, and mine has to answer back." I tried to breathe in and out but his hand traced along my stomach and higher. Patience is definitely sexy but also damn hard.
He laid his head gently on my stomach. Every once and while, he would kiss the delicate skin there, and I had hard time keeping my hands to myself. I controlled my breathing the best I could, surprised at my own self control.
"I wish we were married." He mused against my stomach.
"That makes two of us." I said almost bitterly. I had not wanted to get married, but slowly, very slowly I was warming up to it. I saw it as an eternal comprise. We both got what we wanted and needed, and were secure in our commitment to each other. He grabbed my left hand and pulled it close to his eyes. He traced the finger that carried his ring. He kissed gently and then turned my hand over and kissed my palm. I sighed out and felt contentment come over me, if not longing.
"You tired?" He asked looking up. I was scared he thought I had yawned.
"No." I lied through my teeth. I was exhausted, but I had relaxed Edward. I would barter a thousand nights of restful sleep for that. He moved up again and put his arms around me holding him closer to him.
"Lying is a sin, Bella." He teased me.
"Yes, but so is coveting. I didn't hear the choir on that one." I responded back. He laughed.
"And what would you be coveting?" He question slyly.
"Oh, like you don't know." I said rolling over to my side. He cuddled close toward me.
"Yes, I do." He whispered into my ear. I shuddered at the coolness of his breath, and the heat of his words. "Soon, my love. Very soon." He assured me. I was still very human though, and I knew as I feel asleep that I would see that time spent in patience as the longest of any other time in my life.
