Disclaimer: I do not own Edward Scissorhand's; I do own the movie, and any original characters, especially Willow Lane. Tim Burton owns the rest, but not my ideas of new Suburbia, which in my perspective is a whole lot better. The town was abandoned and everything was re-done because of Jim's death and 'supposedly' Edwards.
Authors Notes: Thank you to Jesse-Renee, not just for the great review and motivation, but for favorting this story. I am so happy. Not many people write good Edward Scissorhand Fics, and most of them don't even contain romance, or good plots, and if they do the author never completes them and I get so sad. So, let me know about my idea for the next story I was thinking about writing. I gave a mild description to it in the previous chapter, on the bottom with my Author notes. Also I would love more reviews! Fan art would be greatly appreciated. Give me suggestions, music suggestions, whatever. I would Also Like to be friends with you Jesse-Renee! Thank you!
Chapter Four // an Innocent Mind, an Innocent Body
Willow and Edward reached the top of the mansion, the large attic with the beautiful window on the top, and the other on the side, where the break in the roof would have been. They had yet to let go of one another's' hands. Willow did not want to let go of the soft grasp she had on Edward's hand, but knew she had to lay a blanket under the sky view window just as she told Edward.
"Edward, I am going to go over to the linen closet, in the bathroom over there and see if I can either find a few coverlets for both of us to lounge on, or a thick comforter." She placed her glass down, just as they released one another hands. Edward also put the bucket on the floor.
"Okay." He said in a quiet and innocent voice, as he watched Willow stroll over to the bathroom linen closet, the back of her robe flowing behind her. I can't help but to think just how amazing she is, her supple hand in mine. He thought wordlessly to himself, as he began to gaze up to the window at the pale, iridescent moon .Luminous, radiating to the inside of the room. Stars filling the night atmosphere like snowflakes, each one individual in mass, and in every way.
Willow began to fumble through a huge closet, shelves upon shelves, stacked high with towels, sheets, blankets, wash cloths, and many other types of linen. She decided on a down quilt, which was soft with a velvet exterior, and a silk interior. Both sides being dark shades of purple. Simple musical note designs imprinted on it. She pulled it out slowly, trying not to accidentally knock over anything else in the closet. It was a king sized quit, and perfect. She draped some of it on her shoulder, while the rest lazily followed behind her, as she dragged it toward Edward.
"Well, I found this beautiful down comforter; it's so soft and will do the trick, would you like to feel it? She asked, a lazy smile to her lips, as she grasped a piece of it and moved closer to Edward for him to touch it.
"Yes, I would like that. But what does down mean?" His eyes grew large and puppy like and his façade formed in to a wondering expression. He moved his hands up and down the material, closing his eyes to the touch. The outside was smooth and welcoming, and the inside was silk like his pajama pants.
"Edward, down is just a phrase we use, it means the blanket is stuffed with feathers of all sorts. It makes the blanket warm and thick, and comfortable to lie down on" She smiled at his innocence. And began to lay the blanket down, much like you would on a bed. She allowed the air to straighten the blanket, and let it fall to the floor so it was perfectly aligned. They both sat.
"Oh, this is very thick and comfortable" he implied while still massaging it with his inquiring hands.
"Yes, now would you like another glass of champagne? I know I do, we already devoured the first bottle" She grinned.
"Oh I would like that, but while you were searching for the blanket, I noticed the weird way the bottle is closed, how do you open it? Curious eyes looking at her as he spoke.
"Well, there are a few ways, but some can be dangerous. I prefer to just use the lever on the side to pop it open" She began to show him step by step, he watched her with amazement. Soon the bottle was open, and she had quickly brought their glasses to its opening, to make sure not to spill the oozing champagne anywhere.
"Here you are!" She smiled while handing him another tall glass, and her holding her own. She then rested the rest of the bottle in the ice bucket, along with the quark.
"Thank you willow, you are so sweet," he blushed a little.
"Well before drinking, hold you glass up to mine, and slowly let them hit. We can make a toast to our new lives!"
He slowly did as she told him, a small clank as he softy hit his glass with hers, being careful not to break anything.
"Bottoms up!" she said. They both brought their glasses to their lips, both drinking it down fast, and with ease.
They finished up the remnants of the champagne, and both lied down on their backs gazing up at the luminous sky. Both were feeling the alcohol quite a bit. Edward told her of the story about his creator Vincent, and how his hands use to be scissors, and how his first love had paid for his hands, and how the old suburbia had treated him like family, and then rebelled against him He even told her how he impaled Jim with a blade, after the roof had collapsed on him and everything. Willow had so much sympathy for him. She also told him of her life in California, and how she had a younger brother, and how their home had burnt to ash, and that she had been the only survivor.
During their discussion, Willow admitted her virginity to him and explained it well, he also admitted his, but not only physical but also mentally and emotionally. She had told Edward that she would help him experience the art of love, and everything she could.
Willows robe had come undone because of how inebriated she was, her bare pale skin, adorned by two plump breast and pink nipples, no pubic hair anywhere on the groin area. Her stomach flat, her legs long.
Edward began to get an erection, taking in this view of her, he also noticed that she was taking in his pale chest and body features as well.
"Edward?" She said huskily grabbing his hands.
"Yes-s-s Willow?" He was aroused and nervous, so he stuttered a bit.
She placed one hand on her right breast and another on her left. "Edward, feel me, touch me" she said.
Edward began to knit his hands on both of her breast, so soft, so delicate. His hormones began to gush.
"Can I lie on top of you without my clothes, Uh, pants?" After her nod, he stripped from his silk pants, she had given him. His member hard and pointing up to almost his belly button. She gave a giggled a she noticed the resemblance of his hair and pubic hair, both black and having a mind of their own.
"Sure Edward, but I don't want to pollute your innocent mind, even though my body is innocent" She frowned, but it was true.
He panted as he began to lay on her, he had been a good foot taller, his member with a mind of its' own prodding in between her thighs, almost pushing itself in to her pure hymen.
"You won't pollute me Willow, I want this" goose bumps formed all over his pale skin, his hands and lips began to explore her body
Authors Notes: ANOTHER CLIFFHANGER! Hahaha, Tell me what you think. I must know R&R. The more reviews for this chapter, the more graphic I'll go. I will also make longer chapters, so review! I have my contact info on my profile, so PM me, or use my other various contact information. I think this story is going to be even longer than expected, maybe 40 chapters if I get lots of reviews and support.
