I don't own Twilight or the characters in this fan fiction. I only own this short piece itself. The rest is all Stephanie Meyers.
Fire and Ice
For the first time in a very long time, my heart was not beating rapidly. It was at it's healthy, normal pace, my chest going up and down as my lounges breathed in and out. I felt sleepy, relaxed. Edward layed beside me in silence, a small smile lifting his lips. He held my hand tight, but gently, my small, warm fingers intertwined with his own colder, larger ones. I rubbed my thumb against his. Our skin was like fire and ice.
The weather was warm today, sunny, which is a rarity for Forks. It was always so chilly and rainy. But today, the light shined down through the trees and into our meadow, the sun causing Edward's skin to glisten and shine like diamond accents. He felt so free here, knowing there was not a soul around to expose his secret. He layed in the grass, unmoving, like a stone, except for his unnecessary breathing.
"What's it like not to sleep?" I asked him quietly.
His lips curved upward, and my heart jumped. I love to see him smile almost as much as I love him. "At first, it was strange, finding that my body never got tired. My psyche does. I find myself wishing I could sleep sometimes, to dream."
I wondered if he found it annoying to be stuck in the same world twenty-four seven, no dream worlds. Not that I found my nightmares refreshing. I release his hand for a moment as I rolled over onto my stomach, so I could see his face. Beautiful, as always. Astonishing. I found myself wondering if I saw him this way, so perfect, because I was meant to be his pray, or because of the way I feel about him. I like the think the answer is choice B.
I took his hand again, holding it between the two of mine. The brace on my left arm was finally gone, leaving only the long scar that tread from my wrist to the inside of my elbow. It's a shame to think it will be there for the rest of eternity, frowning up at me.
"What would you dream about?" I whispered.
The relaxed smile on his face only broadened. He lifted our hands so he could kiss my skin, not nearly as magical as his own. "You," Edward said.
I found this absurd. "You have me when you're awake," I reminded him, "There's so many other things to dream about."
"Those other things are not nearly as important to me as you are," he promised, kissing the ring on my third finger, left hand. "If it isn't that obvious already. I wouldn't want to be unconscious unless you were there with me. It's been so long since I've dreamt last. It's inconsequential now."
"And the other kinds of dreams?" I proposed. "Hopes?"
His eyes finally opened, warm and gold. He took his hand and nudged my chin down towards his lips. I closed my eyes, allowing him to kiss me, but he didn't. I could smell his sweet breath, hypnotizing me, as he whispered softly into my ear. "Tomorrow afternoon, all of those hopes, those dreams, will be fulfilled."
I smiled at him. Tomorrow is our wedding day.