Touch
It was an unusually sunny day in Forks, and the air was warm against my skin. I closed my eyes and breathed deeply, inhaling the light atmosphere around me. It felt so nice to be out in the sunlight—
My eyes shot open as his hand came to rest gently at the base of my spine, sending a pleasant shiver through my veins. I turned to face him, aware that he would be even lovelier than the rare appearance of the sun. And he was. His pale skin shimmered like a phantasmagorical medley, a sacred prism that only the very lucky were allowed to see. I stroked his arm gently, marveling at the way the prismatic colors danced around my fingers.
"You never get tired of it do you?" he laughed melodically, taking my hand in his.
"How could I?" I mused softly, "I've never seen anything so breathtaking in my life. You're absolutely amazing."
"Hmmm." He grinned, and although his smile no longer made me nauseous with longing, my heart still palpitated excitedly in my chest.
Sitting down fluidly he pulled me into his lap, pressing his cold and dazzling chest against my back. His family's yard and the forest beyond stretched out below us, and only the azure firmament stretched above. The roof of his house was slightly slanted, but locked in Edward's arms I knew there was no chance of falling. I grinned—had I been left to sit on my own I would almost certainly topple headfirst into the verdant grass below. Snuggling closer to Edward I felt safer than I could ever recall feeling before, and I hoped that he knew that.
"Edward..." I whispered, squeezing his hand tighter, "I love you." His other hand reached up to stroke my cheek; the long, iridescent fingers felt heavenly against my human flesh. I sighed happily as he traced my eyelids and then my lips, the coolness of his touch utterly otherworldly.
"I love you too Bella," his voice brushed harmoniously against my ear, filling my chest with a thrumming happiness. His hand resumed its gentle path across my face, leaving an airy, seductive aura upon my skin. His fingers dipped down to my neck, stroking my throat softly, his fingernails etching an invisible pattern against my vocal cords. My eyes were closed, my whole body swaying gently with an increasing passion. As his hand began to rub my shoulders I felt my heart flutter again and my pulse quicken in my wrists. I breathed out slowly, trying to retain the calm that seemed to be such an innate part of Edward. But try as I might, I couldn't rid myself of the sudden desire to feel those cool, handsome fingers against my breasts...
I sat forward, appalled at my minds wanderings. I loosened my hand from Edwards and placed it against my chest, in an attempt to slow my stimulated heart. Edward removed his hand from my shoulder, and I could feel the surprise and concern that suddenly radiated from him. Thank God he can't read my mind I thought with relief, breathing deeply.
"Bella..." I turned slowly at the sound of his voice, focusing my gaze on those gorgeous topaz eyes, "Is something wrong?" The concern in his eyes sent a wave of guilt through me, and I hastily looked down.
"It's...uh...nothing..." I muttered halfheartedly, aware that my weak lie would not stop his probing.
"Please," he whispered softly, seductively, "You can tell me. Please."
But I can't!, my mind hollered, what would you think of me if you knew I was thinking such...perverse thoughts? I blushed, my pale cheeks turning a treacherous shade of dusty rose.
His glistening hand cupped my chin, "You're blushing. Please tell me."
I laughed unconvincingly, "It was just something stupid. You would think I was really...immature if I told you."
He frowned, "Bella you can tell me anything and you know it won't change the way I feel about you."
"I know...it's just...so embarrassing."
He looked at me hesitantly, urging me to continue with those astounding eyes. I couldn't tell him...oh God but he just looked so beautiful...
"I...I was...I just wanted you to..." I mumbled pathetically, my face growing steadily warmer. He waited patiently, his angel's face so handsome...so wonderful...I felt myself drawn into his gaze, held captive by his very presence...
"Touch me..." I finished softly, staring with humiliation at his stoic features. For an instant a smile played at the corner of his perfect mouth, and illuminated his already sparkling eyes. But his face relapsed immediately into simply staring patiently, and I wondered if I had only imagined the smile. I tore my gaze from his, hurt by his silence, afraid that I had embarrassed myself beyond repair. I turned away from him, staring tearfully at the greenery below, silently contemplating whether or not to leave. Blinking hastily in a feeble attempt to rid myself of the sudden tears, I readied myself to get up and spare the both of us another minute of awkwardness.
"I'm sorry..." I whispered pitifully as I prepared to stand.
"Like this you mean?" His voice lilted ethereally as I felt his strong hands pull me back into his embrace and sweep slowly up under my shirt, sending surreal tingles of pleasure through my entire body.
Caught by surprise I felt myself collapse into him, completely overwhelmed by his entire being and the simple touch of his angelic hands.
"Yes..." I murmured, "Just like that."
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