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Twilight-Chapter Seventeen- The Game
A part of me, a rather dominant one at that, knew that my next moment would surprise Edward, and perhaps another portion of me was afraid he'd be mad. Edward had made it clear numerous amounts of time that he never got mad at me, but rather at himself. But in the end if you translated the problem back to the cause, it was me. Edward was endlessly patient, twirling a strand of my hair in his fingers, occasionally inhaling deeply.
In some ridiculous manner that I couldn't control, my lips were trembling, my hands slowly, but gradually becoming clammy with sweat. I couldn't get myself to fathom why I was so nervous, so self-conscious of telling Edward; after all he was the only person I was one hundred percent comfortable with. My lips finally parted, ready to spill my next moment, and then Edward looked at me, a faint smile on his face. "I'm extremely curious to hear this one, Bella. You seem to think that it's going to surprise me."
His fingers traced my face, greedily, remembering every etch that it held, and every time, no matter how soft or quick of a touch it was, it always caused my heart to stutter. "I'm afraid you might get mad," I mumbled, avoiding looking at his eyes that I so easily found myself sucked into.
His fingers turned into his palm, and it was stroking my cheek, soothingly. It was ice cold, frigid, as though he had his hand in a pile of snow only seconds before, but it was more than preferable. I relished it, brining my hand to it, and holding it there with all of the human strength I had. Edward chuckled, somehow reading what I was feeling, and spoke, quietly, "Well, aren't you going to tell me?"
I heaved in a sigh, and answered, "Do you promise you won't get mad?"
He grinned, flashing me his brilliant white teeth and crooked smile, and replied, "Of course, Bella. I'm never mad with you, and there's nothing you can do to make me angry with you."
I knew Edward was right, completely and utterly genuine, but I was just so cowardly about this moment, that it brought back on the lip trembling. Sensing this, or rather hearing it, Edward tried to steady the trembling with his own lips. I knew that this was just one of his tactics to get me to just say it already, but I didn't care, I enjoyed what I could for the moment.
They were gentle but swift, rushing me to speak. They were off of mine, all too soon and he whispered, his voice throaty, "Bella, I swear I will not be angry with you."
I nodded, still not able to fully speak. Dizziness was riding throughout me, distinct and strong. After a few moments, after my heart settled down, and the walls were staying where they should, I got ready to just let it out. What was the worse that could happen? Edward could storm out and wouldn't want to talk to me for however long, but I knew he wasn't like that. He didn't even get mad when I asked Jacob to kiss me, so surely this wouldn't be a big deal.
"Well," I stretched the word out, probably as some sort of nervous habit in order to avoid the following events to come, "remember when you took me to see your family playing baseball?" My voice was barely audible, a frail whisper, so weak and feeble.
His honey eyes grew considerably larger, not from anger, but with shock, just what I had expected or at least part of it. "What?" was all he was able to choke out after a few silent moments, awkward ones at that. His arms were the same around me, and his body hadn't changed at all, not rigid like I had thought.
"See, you're mad," I murmured, not exactly sure what he was feeling. He had looked surprised, but his heavier breathing had perplexed me.
"No, no," he quickly amended, trying to brush the worry off of me, "not all. Surprised, yes, but mad, no. Care to elaborate, though?" He chuckled, filling the room with his silvery laugh.
"I mean before that," I said regarding to certain people showing up, "well I guess I never really saw you playing a sport and it was interesting."
"Interesting?" His voice still held his alluring chuckle.
"Well, I mean it was new, I enjoyed watching baseball."
"I turned you onto baseball, did I? I'm sure Charlie's happy about that," he chuckled, cradling me closer to his chest.
"I only like baseball when you're playing it," I admitted.
"I only like playing when you're watching me," he replied, smiling. "So is that why it's your favorite moment, because you saw me playing baseball?"
"Maybe," I admitted, sheepishly, "I mean, I never did see you in gym, although unfortunately you got to see me." The grim memory rung back into my brain, as I remembered the day he eavesdropped on my gym abilities, or rather, lack there of.
"Gym is gym, you know, running laps and playing sports. Although, I must say, I never did hit anybody in the head with a racket," he laughed, his icey breath penetrating the air around us.
I groaned at the new memory that burned in my brain. It wasn't technically my fault, I tried to tell myself, but ultimately it was. "So, did you keep pace with the humans?" I already knew the answer, but some part of me, just wanted to hear his beautiful voice say it.
"Of course, I did," he replied. A new silence filtered throughout the air, but it wasn't awkward, but simply right. I glanced up at him, and surprised myself with the stupid grin that was plastered across my face. "I love you," he murmured.
"I love you, too," I replied, but it didn't sound monotone, like most people's 'I love you's' would sound.
"Well, with that said, do you promise you won't get mad at me for my next moment?" His voice was just as apprehensive as mine had been, which startled me. Usually Edward was sure of himself, confident but never cocky.
"Yes, I promise," I replied, not sure what hole I was digging myself into.
"Alright, Bella, remember you promised," he laughed. Before I could ask why or what he exactly meant, he was kissing me, in that persuasive way, in that way that made my thoughts a blur.
Whatever his next moment was, I knew I would probably have utter distaste to it, if he had made me promise. But that didn't matter, because all that mattered at this moment was Edward's lips on mine and how I felt like I was floating but still in place with his arms around me.
A/N: I kind of surprised myself with this moment, but I don't know, some part of it just appealed to me. Anyway, the next moment is kind of easy to guess…if you really think about. Review and tell me what you think!
