~Forever~
A Bella and Edward fanfic
"Bella"
He grunted when he penetrated her, his icy hands caressing her naked form.
"Edward."
She sighed when he kissed her, his tongue aiming for her throat.
"I love you."
He broke the kiss just to say these simple words- perfect in their simplicity- and the knowledge brought another sensation, better than any climax she had ever known. He trusted deeper into her, delightfully rough, and smiled. She loved his smile. She loved him.
"I love you too."
She drowned in his coal black eyes that were, unlike all odds, crammed with intense emotions. It captivated her to stare in the dark beyond, to catch the glimpses of lust, love and devotion. If there were such things after death, then Heaven truly must be the happiest place imaginable… His hands held her breasts firmly while he moved in and out of her wetness, making her moan from pleasure, feeling how the sweat evaporated from her steaming body. It contrasted heavily with him. Even during their passionate rides, he stayed untouched. No sweat, no tears, no warmth. It was… pure. Pure, yet awfully tragic. He missed out; he missed out on so many things. You will never feel me…
If somebody had told him that his second chance would be like this, she wondered, would he have accepted? He kissed her again and she lost herself, into the tension of their joining bodies. He was here, he was with her. She should be grateful, she should be thinking about her unconditional love for him, instead of these silly things. Her mind turned blank and she started to move along with the rhythm of their panting. Tension rose within her, gradually rising, until she could take no more. She stared at her immortal lover from between her eyelashes, seeing nothing but excitement. Nearly there… Nearly there Edward. Go on, go on!
He may be timeless but he sure came fast. His seed poured into the condom and she cursed clearly, not wanting this to end. She wanted to be with him, she wanted him inside of her, constantly, always. But he didn't share her thoughts, for he rolled off her, ending their sexual encounter. If he would have been human, she would have had the pleasure to meet the cool night's air. But Edward Cullen was no such thing. He was cold. The hotness of his touches quickly started to leave her and she cried, now she had been denied her climax. She could easily have been dead. Without him, she was cold too.
Edward ignored her tears and mumbled some words in her ears. He reminded her with his sensually deep voice, that they were out of food. Then he dressed himself, quick as always: he was not the person who wasted any time on the common things.
Before she could realize it, the back of her truck was empty. He had taken the blanket.
But left the grocery list.
