PG-13 (ish) mildly sexual dialogue, Bella/Edward, Crack-fic
No, I don't own Twilight, the characters, or the concepts behind them. They own me :3
Bella pulled her mind to a point, straining with the mental effort. Had she still been human, her face would be blotched red, her lungs and throat would feel ragged and raw. Were she still a human.
Her perfect face was a mask of calm. Edward placed his hand on her shoulder.
"Are you okay? Is this too much?"
"I'm fine" Bella grunted through her gritted teeth, exposing two razor sharp canines.
She felt her shield lifting. Her psychic orb leaving her mind and drift upward, onward. She was vulnerable now. She had succeeded.
"Are you reading me?"
"Mmhmm" answered Edward slowly, lost in the sea of her mind.
"Anything interesting?"
"Mmm?"
Distracted with curiosity, her shield came crashing back down. Edward was snapped away from her thoughts.
"I said, did you find anything interesting?"
Edward looked at Bella strangely. Smirking. "Oh my God, Bella."
"What?"
"I can't believe it…"
"What, what is it?"
"You, you are unbelievable." He paused, "All this time…. It wasn't that I couldn't read your thoughts before. Your psychic shield wasn't locking me out."
"No?"
"No."
"Then why couldn't you read my thoughts?"
"That's just it darling," He placed his hand on her forehead, "I couldn't read your thoughts, because you don't have any."
"What?"
"Yep, aside from basic involuntary functions, you are pretty much braindead."
"Oh my God!"
"Yeah." He ran his long thin fingers through her chestnut locks. Toying with their whorls. "You are pretty much retarded. I hope that doesn't offend you."
"No,well maybe a little." Bella scrunched up her face. Her features so characteristically Bella. She looked almost human again.
"I still love you Bella. I will always love you."
"I love you too. Forever."
"And the sex is great."
"Yeah."
"Some people build their whole relationships on sex alone."
"And they work out fine?"
"Please stop talking."
"Okay."
And Edward scooped Bella up and led her away to their little cottage on Carlisle's property where they made hot sweaty lustful sex all through the night and well into the next day. And through the pleasure, rattling around in the back of Edward's mind, was the newfound truth that we, the readers, knew all along. That Isabella Swan is a total retard.
"Was that good? Did that feel good, Edward?"
"Yes, it felt great, Bella; please stop talking."
The End
