A/n- Okay, just in case you were wondering:
1) I dreamed this up last night.
2) This was partially inspired by 'The Mini Cullens'
(P.S- This is very OOC in some instances. Check the rating!!!!)
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"Happy birthday, Edward!" I yelled, jumping into his arms as I ran up the porch of his house.
He chuckled as I wrapped my legs around his waist, kissing his ear. "Thank you." he said, carrying me through the threshold to settle on one of the white leather couches.
"And what would you like for your birthday? It's kind of hard to shop for someone that has everything."
He just grinned devilishly and shifted to lie on top of me, kissing me deeply, his hands wandering all over my body. I shuddered.
"N-n-no, E-E-Edward." I stammered as he kissed my neck sloppily, leaving wet traces of venom on my skin.
He sat up and pulled me into his lap. "But, couldn't you just-"
"No, Edward."
He huffed. I rolled my eyes- he was such a guy. I hopped up to hang my jacket up on the coat rack near the doorway- he swatted my backside as I passed him, making me jump. I narrowed my eyes at the cocky grin on his face.
I tossed my jacket on one of the arms of the rack, next to Edward's grey one, looking out the window. I spotted a box on the porch- I swung the door open and picked it up. I read front of it; it was addressed to Edward.
I looked over my shoulder, checking to see if he had snuck up behind me, one of his favorite things to do. He wasn't there, so I gave the box a gentle shake; something papery skidded against the bottom of the cardboard.
"Hey, Edward?" I called, "You've got a package. It's from"
I checked the return address and gasped.
"Oh my God!" I yelled, "It's from Aro!"
"WHAT?" he shrieked, appearing next to me, his face a jumble of anger, worry, and blatant shock.
I held the curious little package out toward him, and he quickly swatted it from me and set it on the nearby table as if he expected it to start ticking, counting down to explode.
He pulled me behind him, blocking my view of the little cardboard box. I craned my neck, peering around him as he reached cautiously for it.
"What if he sent you garlic?" I taunted jokingly, "Or worse- a crucifix!"
He growled, a deep, menacing sound that erupted from deep in the hollow cavern of his chest. I jumped halfway out of my skin, shrugging away from him. He turned to catch my arm, pulling me back to his stone side.
"I'm sorry, my love. I didn't mean to frighten you. You know that I don't particularly like Aro, and he has never sent me anything before, so you can understand my edginess. Especially with you being here." he said, his voice low, dangerous.
After an intense moment of silence, I spoke up.
"Well, open it!" I prodded, pressing my fingers into his side.
He nodded and cautiously reached out, flipping the top tabs of the box up. I struggled to see what was in it, but his broad shoulders blocked my view.
He reached out and lifted the boxes contents out; a big wad of brown paper.
"What is it?" I asked.
He didn't reply, just weighed the wad in his hand, eyeing it suspiciously. And then, ever so slowly, he unwrapped it.
It was… a vial.
An ordinary, everyday, darkened vial.
But he held it up to the light, examining it cautiously. He smelled it once, made a strange face, and placed it back in the box. Then, he turned on one heel and immediately tossed it in the trash can.
"What is it?" I asked again.
He shook his head. "I honestly don't know, love. It's nothing I've ever smelled before. But, I don't want to take any chances."
I nodded, smiling devilishly, and coaxed him up to his room, where I gave him part of his very non-material birthday gift: an old fashioned teenage make out session.
We rolled around on his bed, kissing, touching, and tasting, for almost twenty minutes. His hands began to slip under the waistband of my jeans as his mouth devoured my neck; I grunted and pushed against his chest.
"Ah ah ah," I said, rolling off of him, "you're getting a little carried away, Edward."
"Bellaaa," he groaned, rolling onto his back and staring up at me pleadingly, "you're torturing me."
I just smiled and kissed his forehead pityingly.
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THAT EVENING
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We had relocated to my house later that night- he was still on edge from my little 'present' earlier. I had already changed into my pajamas; a tank top and some shorts.
Now, it was time for part two.
"Okay," I said sternly as he sat down on the edge of my bed, "I'm going to let you have the second part of your gift now. But, you have to sit there like a good boy and don't peek. I'll be able to tell if you peek, and, let's just say, I won't be happy."
He nodded, but kept staring at me eagerly.
"Close your eyes." I ordered, "And don't look until I tell you to."
He obeyed, an impish smirk on his face.
I took a step back and slowly pulled my shirt over my head, my nipples hardening at the touch of the cool air. He shifted uneasily at the sound of the rustling fabric. I climbed into his lap, straddling his waist, straightening my spine until my breasts hung right in front of his face.
"Alright, you can open them now."
His eyes automatically snapped open, and he gasped. The golden pools of his eyes widened to the size of saucers, and his jaw went slack.
"You like what you see?" I asked shifting so that one of my nipples grazed his chin slightly; it hardened at the cold temperature of his skin.
His mouth opened and shut like a fish out of water, his eyes glassy; I giggled.
"Sweet Jesus," he muttered as he let his face fall forward, resting it on the virgin chest I was baring to him.
"So, I'm guessing you like it?" I asked.
He just moaned, taking one of my nipples in his mouth and sucking roughly. I whimpered, knotting my fingers into his thick, unruly bronze hair. His tongue swirled around the hardened peak, his teeth grazing it gently.
"Ooh…Edward," I mewed.
We sat like that for God knows how long until he pounced on top of me, still suckling while I continued to moan his name.
Suddenly, he sat up, his face dark. "Charlie is almost here. Oh, but, if he weren't…" he trailed off, chuckling darkly. I rolled my eyes as I pulled my shirt back on, flopping down on the bed.
"I'll be back when Charlie's sleeping." he sighed, heading over to the window.
"I'll be waiting." I purred saucily, batting my eyelashes at him.
He shuddered and disappeared. A second later, I heard Charlie's cruiser pull into the driveway.
"Bells?" he called. I hesitated before deciding to 'be asleep' when he came in to check on me.
I rolled onto my side and evened my breathing, listening to Charlie's heavy footsteps as he climbed the stairs. After a second, my door opened a crack, a sliver of yellow light pouring over my sheets.
"Bells?" he whispered again.
No answer on my part.
Then, he surprised me by opening my door all the way and tiptoeing over to the side of my bed. He treed to be quiet; I couldn't help but smirk at his failure. His work boots clunked as he made his way over to me.
"I love you, baby." he said quietly, reaching out to gently stroke my cheek with his callused fingertips.
It amazed me that my eyes welled up with tears as he walked out; Charlie was like me when it came to openly expressing emotions, but that one little touch had seemed to mean so much.
I faded in and out for about an hour before I heard Charlie moving around in the bathroom, preparing for bed. Not ten minutes later, I heard his chainsaw-like snoring start up.
Suddenly, two pale, icy arms wrapped around my waist; I smiled.
"Miss me?" he asked, his cool breath tickling my ear.
"Very much." I whispered, pressing myself against every line of his marble body, "Happy birthday."
"Yes, it was. Thanks to you."
I smiled, yawning. He chuckled.
"Sleep, my love." he said, kissing my forehead.
"'Love you." I murmured as I slipped away.
He just chuckled again, kissing my cheek.
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THE NEXT MORNING
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"Bella."
I rolled over onto my side, not wanting to be woken up- I was far too comfortable, wrapped in the warm sheets.
"Bella!" the voice called again..
It kind of sounded like Edward's voice, but it was scratchy, the pitch changing constantly.
Like he was going through puberty again.
I sat up, rubbing my eyes. "E-Edward?" I yawned, "What's wrong with your voice?"
"Bella, open you eyes, please." he begged squeakily.
I forced my still heavy lids open and screamed- he was standing at the foot of my bed, his face a mask of something I had only seen a few times on him- he looked…scared.
But, that's not why I screamed- he was…little! I mean, really, really little! The cuffs of his blue button-down shirt hung almost eight inches past his hands, the tail almost to his knees. He was struggling to hold his jeans up.
"Wha-what happened to you?" I asked, climbing out of bed to stand next to him; he only came up to my shoulder, whereas normally, he was almost a foot taller than me.
"I-I don't know." he said, his voice starting out really low and then spiking to a high-pitched squeak. I giggled.
"What?" he demanded, irritable.
"I'm sorry," I laughed, "but, your voice sounds so funny!" It was so different- his voice was normally so velvety and smooth.
"This is a serious matter, Bella." he said in his broken record-like voice.
I cracked up, doubling over onto the floor.
"IT'S NOT FUNNY!" he yelled, his voice breaking again.
I stopped laughing immediately; he was obviously very upset. I stood up, feeling remorseful. He was pinching the bridge of his nose with his thumb and forefinger, eyes closed, an obvious sign of stress for him.
"I'm sorry." I said, bending down to get eye level with him, "Let me make it up to you."
He opened his eyes curiously, and I leaned forward to press his lips to mine. He was cautious, and, somewhat curious as we kissed. It was very strange, yet, somewhat familiar, because his lips were still icy, and, if I closed my eyes, it wasn't any different than any of our other kisses. I pulled away slowly, not wanting him to think I wasn't enjoying it, and encircled him in my arms. His cheek rested on my chest, much differently that the way it had last night. He sighed.
"I'm scared, Bella." he admitted.
"I would be too. Come on- we have to go see Carlisle."
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A/n- Weird, huh? Well, I can guarantee that it's gonna be really good!
