This is a nice, easy little fluffy one-shot that takes place before Breaking Dawn. That's all I really have to say about it.
Enjoy!
.:Piano Lessons:.
.:A Twilight One-Shot:.
"Edward, this is completely ridiculous!" I complained as he pulled me by the arm into his house. I didn't see anyone else's car—not the yellow Porche, or the black Mercedes, but that didn't mean anything in this family.
"No, your over-reaction is completely ridiculous," he said, looking back at me. He didn't even bother to hide his amusement at my expression.
I groaned as he pulled me through the door and sat me down beside him at the piano bench. I refused to look at the grand instrument, instead glancing around, admiring yet again Esme's flawless décor of the humongous house.
I felt Edward's eyes on me, but I wouldn't meet them. No doubt he would use his beautiful golden eyes to get his way. Again.
I've been through this drill way too many times.
"Bella," he said quietly, his voice pulling my gaze towards him.
I resisted.
"Bella, what's so horrible about all this?" he asked, just like he did the entire car ride here. And, just like then, I didn't answer.
"Bella, it's a piano! It doesn't bite!"
"There's no point in you teaching me this, anyway," I told him, using my last source of argument. "By the wedding, I'll forget all of this."
"You never know. If you have me helping you"—he flashed his ultra-white smile at me—"you might remember it after a short three days."
This was the first time he made the transformation process sound not-so painful and excruciating. He must really want me to learn to play the piano.
I made the mistake of looking into his eyes for any length of time.
I sighed. "Ugh, fine. Show me, teacher."
He smiled.
He took my hands and placed them on the piano, situating each finger on its own ivory key.
"These are the home keys," he said.
He spent the next thirty minutes trying to teach me the basic scale, but to no avail. I couldn't make my fingers strike they keys at the right time, so the notes came out staccato, unsteady. It sounded like a cat walking over the keys.
"Bella, are you trying?" he asked, looking at me with one eyebrow raised.
"Of course," I lied. I really wasn't, but I wasn't going to tell him that.
And I tried the scale again, slaughtering it.
"Here, try it like this," he said, quickly off the bench and behind me, his hands over mine, gently pressing on each individual finger, playing the scale perfectly. It actually sounded like music—beautiful music, compared to my attempt at it.
I groaned and leaned back into his chest, my hands off the keys.
"This is hopeless," I informed him, looking up at his face.
He chuckled. "You give up too easily."
"If I can't even play five notes right, how am I supposed to play a freaking song?"
He looked back to the keys, and placed his hands in the same positions mine were in a moment ago.
He played the scale up and down with his right hand while his left hand played various chords, all within the five-note range. I looked closely at his hands, at the keys, making sure those were the same notes I was supposed to be playing. The whole idea of learning to play the piano felt hopeless again as I realized they were the exact same notes I had my fingers on.
The sound was so unbearably sweet, it was hard to believe it was just a scale and some chords. But—I looked up at Edward's face, which had a smirk on it.
I recognized the excerpt from my lullaby.
He leaned down and kissed my neck. "See? It's not so hard," he said into my skin.
Well, that did it.
I turned on the bench so I was facing him better. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled myself closer, my face inches from his.
"Is it?" he asked, leaning in for a kiss.
He kissed me tenderly, moving his hands from the keys and onto my back, supporting me. He wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me up from the bench, and setting me on top of the grand piano, never breaking the kiss.
I pulled away to catch my breath.
"No, you're just good at everything," I clarified, kissing him again.
Piano lessons will just have to wait.