Author's Note: I've read hundreds of fan fictions, and the author's notes are often unneeded, but fun to write. I'm not like that, and there won't be many : I will establish everything here and now.
I'm in control of my writing and spelling, no beta necessary. The story, like most, starts off slow, but it will get very mature and um…quite arousing, haha. This is the "M" section after all, right? You picked the category for a reason- probably the same reason why I'm writing this. But this story will be different, in that nothing will be OOC. I refuse to allow established characters to do what I want them to, instead of letting them do as they would do.
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"Edward, please! Don't let her do this. I…I promise I'll let her deck out the backyard with those ice sculptures, but this is just ridiculous!"
"Bella, I have to. I'm sorry, love, but we've held this off long enough. I think Alice might actually be dying to ice our faces onto the frosting, which is saying something."
Edward looked sympathetic, and gently rubbed the back of my hand to comfort me.
Sure, I thought to myself, the day vampires are able to die is the day I can lead the waltz. I looked up at the cake slowly…very slowly. My head might suffer a severe case of vertigo if I tried to see the top layer.
It was the morning before the wedding, and I had never seen the Cullen house more hectic, grand or beautiful than it was today. The backyard hardly looked like it belonged in the small, rainy town of Forks, Washington, but rather in a magazine, like Better Homes and Gardens. Where there once was a wall of forest, there lay instead a wall of twinkling, white lights and floral arrangements of red and white roses. Everywhere in sight was draped in warmth from the hundreds of candles. They seemed to hover above the ground and above the adorned circular tables, like waxed fireflies. The moss covered ground led to a tall altar, mahogany and carved into roses, vines and leaflets.
It was beautiful.
I would have to thank Alice. I couldn't have asked for a better sister. Everything looked perfect, but the cake…yeah, the skyscraper cake was still unnecessary.
Today's the day, Bella, just breathe. After tonight, I would officially be Mrs. Edward Cullen. I smiled just at the thought, and my heart sped up like a hummingbird.
I could hardly believe it. I never would have thought that I would find the love of my life, well…of my existence, if Edward wouldn't be so worried about my soul…and get married, not to mention right after high school.
Not the girl, I remembered with a small grimace. I've had months to get used to the idea, and telling Renee and Charlie was not as horrible as I imagined. But then, of course, Edward had been whispering in my ear and stroking my thigh. Edward, the kindest, most amazing person I had ever met, wants to be with me as much as I want to be with him…well, it is still hard to believe. That he also wanted my body, of all things! Plain old Bella, klutzoid and skilled blusher, in my entirety. Lucky.
It's a strange feeling that writers either ignore or forget to mention in those books about being married at this age. Yes, it's scary and with Renee's credos about marriage, I should be quaking in my shoes, but…I feel elated. I am so happy, because Edward loves me, and the way I'm feeling…how can something so strong not last forever?
I remembered waking up to a wonderful smell. It must be Esme's waffles, I thought and smiled in gratitude. She was always so kind to me, treating me as if I were her own daughter.
Which I will be after today. I sighed in contentment thinking about my vampire family and turned on my side.
"Good morning, angel."
I smiled, my eyes still closed, his wind chimes still ringing in my ears. "Good morning, Edward." I shimmied my legs so that I was snug against his body.
"So…today is a big day. Is there anything you would like to do before Alice takes you away from me for the day?" Edward grinned, and lowered his lips to gently touch my own. He buried his head into my wild mane, inhaling its scent of strawberries and freesia, his hair a mess. Only he could make bedhead sexy.
My lips felt electric where he had touched them. I laughed dryly and rubbed my eyes. "Edward, all I feel like doing before Alice plays Bella Barbie, is be here. With you, in your arms, while you love me. I can't imagine anything better than this."
Opening my eyes, I was surprised to see two blazing, hazel orbs inches away from my own plain, brown eyes. I gasped. Edward smirked, and moved his hand from my temple to my waist, pulling me closer. I could feel the cold radiating off of his cold, stone abdomen and felt something stir deep within the pit of my stomach. Edward had no idea how much his touch could affect every part of me.
"I love you, too, Bella. And I don't ever want to be anywhere but near you. I want you to remember that for the rest of our lives," Edward said, gazing deeply at me, but he suddenly lowered his gaze, his beautiful forehead creasing in sudden pain, "but, if at any time, you feel scared, please don't hesitate to say so. I love you so much more than a date or a time will establish, so please, tell me if you need more time to think this through. People will talk about us, and I know you, Bella. And anything that will worry you, worries me."
His voice had lowered to a quiet hum. His face looked beautiful, but anguished. I felt my eyes water in sudden, overwhelming love for this man, and my vision blurred. An angel's face should never fall. I tilted his chin up and kissed his bottom lip lovingly.
"Edward, I need you to understand this," I began, grasping for words that I needed to explain, "it's not that I'm afraid. Well, I am a little afraid, simply because I'm so young obviously, and Renee's marriage…it didn't really work out. But, Edward, I've had a lot of time to think about it, and…I'm not my mother. I make my own choices, and you are my choice for today, tomorrow, and every day after. I love you. Sometimes, it hurts so much because I don't know how to handle loving someone who can leave me and break me. I don't know how I deserve you. But, it doesn't change the way I love you, Edward, and I won't ever regret this marriage, because I'll be your wife, and you'll be my husband. You are everything to me, and I couldn't bear being something other than yours!"
I was pretty much rambling and sobbing at this point, and ducked my head on my sleeve to wipe away the tears. Darn, treacherous tears. Poor, drowned shirt.
"Bella."
I didn't want him to see me like this, but I looked at him anyway. Oh, how I wish I didn't. Having a fiancé who can dazzle you with a stare and arouse you with a slight touch can be annoying at times. Still, I wish he'd look at me this way everyday. Wish granted.
His forehead was creased. And his eyes were darker than before, looking angry, sad, but loving. Always loving.
"I will never leave you again. I will never break another promise to you for as long as we live," he promised fervently, and wiped at my tears, "you are my life. Bella, I want you in every way. And I will prove it to you. Tonight. I promise, tonight will be everything you wanted."
I hiccupped, and blushed. I wrapped my leg self-consciously around Edward's, because my desire to touch him so surpassed my desire to be good, and kissed him sensually under his chin back up to his ear. He responded gently, rubbing his hand up and down my thigh to rest above my navel.. I shivered in anticipation and nervousness. Tonight... I had never exposed myself, and Edward would soon see me in all my average, pale glory. Or lack of glory…I began to panic. I was so plain, what if he didn't like what he saw? I don't even like what I see!
I frowned and looked down at my hands. His hand cupped my neck and brought me out of my stupor. I shivered again from his touch, and I wanted to wrap my fingers in his hair and kiss him.
Edward noticed, and I could tell from his sly look that he knew I didn't shiver because I was cold.
He placed his left hand back onto my waist, while his right hand glided up along my breast to the back of my feverish neck. His lips set on mine, and we felt fire. His tongue tasted my lips so quickly, I'm not sure if it really happened. Ugh. Vampires can definitely kill a girl in more than one way. Hopefully, he'll be gentle with me tonight…but 109 years of celibacy plus 18 years of being a virgin might make being gentle impossible.
I wonder if Alice will look in her visions and tell me what Edward would like most tonight, if I let her add another layer to the cake, I thought.
It would be embarrassing beyond belief, but I wanted to be prepared tonight. I was so nervous. Things would change. Would we make love or would be make love and war?
Yes…tonight.
A/N:Next chapter has a major lemon. It's already written, and I'd like to see if people are interested. I won't expect many reviews until after the second chapter. However, I would like to reach 6 if that's possible! Enjoy!
