Death Becomes Her
"Edward!" I croaked, choking on the excess saliva in my mouth, and gasping for air.
"Edward…Edward….stop….please!" I could barely hold my eye lids open, and all I heard was thunderous laughter coming from Edward. I peeked up at him quickly, using all my strength. He had the most wicked look of amusement in his eyes. He was enjoying torturing me.
"Ticklish are we?" was all he could get through his enormous bouts of laughter. He moved his hands up and down the sides of my stomach and all the way to my neck with his cool feathery touch. I was laughing so hard I thought I was going to pass out when he finally let up, and hugged me close.
"Thank you." I said, exasperated from his tickle attack. I rested my head against his bare chest, tracing letters and shapes with my fingers. "you are so evil!" I gasped as he ran his fingers along my sides at a last attempt to make me laugh.
"Sorry, I couldn't resist, you're just so beautiful when you smile." he looked at me then with sparks of excitement in his honey topaz eyes.
"aww stop, you're making me blush!" as I said that I felt heat rising in my cheeks showing a new deep color of crimson. I slapped my hands over them in an attempt to hide my embarrassment.
"Well then why would I stop?" he chuckled, then gently lifted off each hand until my face was once again exposed, only to see his radiant eyes peering into my soul. He bent down to my face, still holding my eyes in a "dazzling trance" as I called it, and ever so softly traced his lips against the contours of my still red cheeks. The sweetness of his breath snapped me out of my trance, and I breathed in deeply, snapping my eyes closed.
When I opened my eyes I saw a hint of a receding smile on his god like lips. And then something came over me in an instant. I looked at him as though I had never seen such new beauty… and then… leaned forward kissing him harder than I ever have before. I pulled back abruptly afraid I had pushed him too far. He just looked at me with a gleaming hunger in his slightly darker honey eyes, but it was a different kind of hunger, one that I had not seen before, it was a hunger for love, lust, wanting to touch.
He surprised me then, flipping me over quickly with his inhuman speed. I was now on my back, still in my bed, looking at him with confusion painted across my face.
He whispered to me " Bella I love you more than life itself," he held my gaze " Bella, do you trust me?"
I breathed in a shallow breath, not realizing I had been holding it and said, "of coarse I do. I trust you with my life Edward."
He looked at me then with sadness and love. He lifted his hand and swiftly brushed a curl from my forehead. And then it was at the top of my button down navy blue shirt. I had worn it that day because I remembered Edward saying he liked the color blue on me. His fingers grazed atop the first button, pausing slightly with hesitation.
He pulled it through the little hole, unbuttoning it, and glanced up at me with a boyish nervousness I had not had the pleasure of seeing on him before. His eyes questioned me, as if asking if what he was doing was okay. I looked at him, telling him it was alright. The silence in the room was deafening, but perfect. All I could hear was the frantic beating of my own heart, and my short gasps of nervous air. I peered down to see that he had all of the buttons undone and my shirt was laying open, exposing my embarrassingly white flowery bra. I must have blushed because Edward was suddenly smiling my favorite crooked smile.
"Bella, if you want me to stop…"
"No. no, I'm okay!"
"Bella… we should stop…"
"Edward… I want to be with you."
"You can, Bella, you can. Just like this…"
Edward laid on top of me, with his head on my stomach, eyes closed, hugging my waist. My fingers slowly discovered his hair, winding each finger around and around in circular paths. Then they moved down his neck and onto his shoulders, tracing each muscle. We lay there for a moment like that, and then he slowly moved up my body, giving me chills. He gazed at me longingly, then rested his head on my chest, listening to my sputtering heart. I leaned my head back and rested, enjoying the way he felt on me.
And then he stiffened, and quickly glanced at me, " Charlie." he whispered.
Curiosity flooded my face as a sat up on my elbows to look at him. "Edward, you were thinking of Charlie?"
"No, Bella…"
"What?"
Suddenly Edward had vanished and the door flew open to produce a slightly dumbfounded Charlie in the doorway.
"Bella? What are you doing!"
I felt heat on my cheeks as I remembered that I was still laying on my bed with my shirt open.
"Oh! Uh… hi ch-dad… it was um really hot in here for some reason, so…" I wasn't quite sure what to say, or how to come up with a reason why I was sprawled on my bed with my shirt open. I quickly wrapped my shirt around me and sat up.
" Okay Bella, where is he? I know he's in here somewhere!" Charlie was clearly angry now. I think he thought Edward and I were doing something, which wasn't entirely false… but it was much more innocent than he thought. Charlie began searching my room, under my bed, flinging open my closet.
I knew he wouldn't find Edward, most of the time I couldn't even find him! He always came to me.
"Dad! Calm down! He's not here… I was just hot." I tried to reason.
"Bella, it's November! The whole house is freezing!" he ignored me still looking. He opened my dresser droors , I wasn't sure what he was expecting to find in there, a two foot Edward? So I unknowingly let out a little giggle. He only became furious.
"Bella, what is going on with you?"
"Dad-"
"Bella are you having sex with that boy?"
I was completely embarrassed now!
"Dad! No of coarse not! Dad… will you stop? He's not here, I told you … I was hot."
"Okay Bells."
The look on his face was heart breaking. All the sad puppy faces in the world would not compare to this. I wanted him to understand, to know how I felt. But it would be too complicated for him, so once again, I left him in the dark. Charlie sauntered out of my room and closed the door, only peeking once to see if I was still looking at him or not. Then he left, and it was silent.
I looked about the room for a moment, soaking everything that just happened in, and took a deep much needed breath. I shut my eyes for a second, and then opened them, expecting Edward to be there, peering at me from under his lashes, the look that made my heart flip. But when I opened my eyes, he was not there.
"Edward?" I whispered.
I ran to my window, flinging it open, only to see the twilight sky.
"Edward?" I whispered again, feeling a pang of annoyance that he was not there.
I heard soft, musical laughter behind me, and spun around to see my own personal god like statue.
"hey!" I'm sure he heard the annoyance in my voice, because he was instantly in front on me, holding me close.
"I'm sorry my love, but I love it when you are angry." he sighed into my neck and then began kissing it. I then purposely opened my shirt I had been holding closed, and dropped it to the ground. He looked at me suddenly, pained and confused. Soon a crooked smile dashed across his face, and growled playfully. I backed up, knowing what would happen.
"Edward no." it sounded more like I was addressing a dog more than the love of my life.
He winked at me, then threw me on the bed. His shirt was still off and we went back to the comfortable position we had been in before.
"I wish we could stay like this forever."
"maybe we could." I knew pressing that subject of the whole "change me" thing would arouse his anger, but I didn't care. Instead of anger though, I saw longing dancing in his eyes. He let out a little sigh and hugged me tighter.
