Lessons
A/N: Random inspiration while I was dancing through my kitchen...533 words. Respond please! I haven't written in like a million years.
She was getting used to the newfound grace. Young Bella Swan had never imagined she would actually be able to do this. When she was small she had dreamed of being in Swan Lake and playing the lead ballerina. Names of people and things always seem to affect small children in that way.
It had been almost ten years since she had tried any of these still familiar steps. Her mother had enrolled her in a ballet class when she was eight hoping to improve her balance, posture, and everything else the young girl had seemed to lack when compared to other girls her age.
Now she was a woman who had everything she ever could've asked for. She would be with the man of her dreams until the end of the world. She had finally almost died and the Cullens had no choice but to save her. Edward wouldn't have been able to heal after what he had just put her through in the past year. In these dire circumstances Edward had realized what a complete twit he was being about changing her. He was only able to figure out how selfish he was being when she was almost dead. He had only wanted to keep her human and preserve the soul he'd supposedly been stripped of. He had only wanted to be able to smell her sweet blood and feel her warm skin against his. All this was fading away. He decided to give her what she had wanted for months on end. He found the strength to make her like him.
She swirled around again and again. Bella Swan, recently married into the Cullen family, was in the meadow...Their meadow. She glistened and glittered in the sunlight as she turned graceful pirouettes across the lush grass. She still remembered after all these years...
Her lover, her one and only, her soul for all time lay propped up on his elbow a few yards away taking in the sight. She had always been beautiful. But, oh, he never could've imagined how beautiful she had the potential to be. She turned and leaped and ran around the courtyard remembering an old routine from long ago. Bella had often before compared Alice's light gait to a dancer. Who knew she could be called the same only some weeks later? It was a mystery. She was a mystery. That was part of the reason he had fallen in love with her. She was different. She was unreadable. She was a challenge, and a welcome one at that.
She finally posed, flowerlike, and got up again. She looked amazed at herself. Her expression made him laugh.
"Why are you laughing? Did I stumble and not notice?" she asked, confused.
"No. No, Bella. I'm laughing at your expression. You still aren't used to this yet are you?"
"I must admit...Its going to take a hell of a long time for me to get used to it," She replied.
"Well...we really do have all day, all the time in the world, for that. In the mean time I think we should enroll you in some lessons. You might just still be a Swan at heart after all."