It was a day, quite unlike any other day. Upon this particular day, yes, birds were tweeting, so sweetly it was almost demonic, and deer were prancing around the forest happily; but there was a distinct lack of movement and noise in the usually bustling, lively house on this particular day.
If you were to walk in by chance and not immediately faint in a damsel worthy distress manner, the first thing you would notice would be their eyes. They were absorbing and emanating in the kind of way a jewel does, soaking up the sun and refracting out colours and inducing such feelings in females that would thusly create weak knees and swoons all around. Said eyes, belonged to two rather ravishing gentlemen.
They were situated in a partially lit study, the light coming through in diluted streams through the lighter, gauze curtains underneath the heavy brocaded velvet that had been roped to the side with a black sash. The room, whilst not exceedingly large managed to house a vast collection of velvet and leather-bound tomes on the dark shelves due to its height. The high ceiling housed many detailed fornications. (Fornications, of course derived from the Latin 'fornix' meaning arches.) They stood on either side of a low table, a dark leather settee waiting hopefully in the corner. Somewhere on a floor above them music was playing, it sounded like Brand New, that meant only Jasper was home. The door was closed.
The first's muscular pectoral muscles shifted, no, strained against his tight shirt, his corded arms held by his sides with an alluring gentlemanly effort, suggesting he was very much so darker and savage on the inside, courteously holding back his ferocity incase any young impressionable females entered; he would not want them to be frightened you see. His feet were planted firmly shoulder width apart, like a grand, formidable tree. As far as one could tell through the black slacks, a very well endowed tree too. His slightly disheveled hair and full challenging lips conjuring images of him garbed scantly as Adonis while his strong jaw dared the gentlemen in front of him to have at him.
This gentleman in question too held the stance of our Adonis, though his molten golden, swirling eyes betrayed a brooding, more ruminating persona. His stare arrant, utterly charged with a substance that would make lusty girls and confused, uncaring boys thrust out their chests at him and whimper as he advanced through their delicates all the while their eyes fluttering trying to hide the 'come hither', 'take me' and 'I'm yours' stares trying to escape. His physique while not quite as mesomorphic as the cavalier opposite his across the low table, was still powerful and perhaps more lithe, the way he stood, strong, relaxed but alert creating the vision of a python, snaking his way slowly, painstakingly slowly up a fair maiden's leg, while she stood trembling and quivering with both bridled fear and raging ardor. His hands were clenched at his sides, the knuckles of his fists were pale silver, one might gasp at the force between his fingers… but the rest of his skin in view was also pale silver. Oh, the things many a respectable lady would do to taste the skin not in exhibition.
Their breathing was steady, deep and streaked with pent up agitation bordering on fury. It was soft enough for it to be civil and loud enough to inspire rough, filthy fantasies in the minds of onlookers. Their eyes crackled, fizzing with intensity, mouths set in grim slashes, whilst still of course maintaining maximum voluptuousness, of manly determination. Put bluntly, the atmosphere was pure angry sex.
"Emmett," breathed Edward, his tone measured and hinting at stifled, subdued irritancies, pointed sharply at the scrabble board between them on the table, "Carnivoricle, is not a word!"