AN. So, here we go with another story! This one started as a way to have some more fun with Emmett & Co. (and as a way to feed my addiction to playing with the Cullens). It starts light and fluffy, but part way through the characters took over and made into a proper story - I think. Oh, and the Quileutes got involved as well. It is written in canon, except that the Quileutes are not werewolves.
This is a short preface to familiarise you (the reader) with our starting point in Twilight. I know it is very short. I am working hard to get the first real chapter up ASAP. Hopefully tonight!
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Electricity
Attraction
Bella's POV
It was the most curious thing. I think the attraction between Edward and I had been there from the very first touch; I just hadn't noticed it as I was concentrating on how cold he was, which I'd assumed was the result of the snowballs.
The van accident had happened so quickly that I could not be totally sure of anything, but Edward had been insufferable in the hospital. So maybe it wasn't so surprising, as Dr. Cullen walked in looking like sex on legs, that I felt some of the same attraction when he prodded my head with his fingers.
On the night Edward had rescued me in Port Angeles, I touched his hand in La Bella Italia and the sparks were still there.
When we sat in the darkened Biology classroom, watching a movie neither of us would remember, I could only wonder that the crackle of electricity between us was not audible. It was the first time we felt the attraction without actually touching—but not the last.
As our relationship progressed, I became more sensitive to the electricity and it sometimes seemed like more of a magnetic pull. As the contact between us increased, I was often painfully aware of his touch.
I would never forget the first visit to our meadow, when I had the opportunity to really get close to him. I had become so carried away stroking the skin on his hand and arm, which was sending tingles through my body, that I moved too close and scared him away. I know he had been feeling it too, and he was soon back for more.
Have you ever touched one of those lightning globes where the spark inside finds your hand where it rests against the glass? That is how it was when he ruffled my hair, and it moved with him from neck to cheek, throat, shoulders, and chest, where he listened to my heartbeat. As I took the chance to explore his face with my fingers and I felt his lips part at my touch, I realised there was a very good reason for panty liners and wished I'd thought to use some.
I guessed that seeing Edward in the sunlight, exploring his skin and face, feeling him exploring me, and all the electricity sparking around, it was not so out of character that I was worked up enough to mindlessly attack him when he kissed me. I must admit I hadn't ever felt like that before, so out of control—and so turned on.
AN. Watch this space!
