A/N. Sorry about the delay, I meant to type this up a few weeks ago, but I lost my notebook with all my Twilight Fanfiction in, including this draft, but I found it yesterday, so it's all good! Just a quick one this time, I didn't want it to drag on forever. Please review. They mean a lot to me. Also, if you can, could you vote on the poll on my profile. Thanks :)


Twilight Fan fiction - Memory

I sat there watching him for a long time. Just watching him. Memorising his face, committing it to memory. Memorising every sharp plane, every gentle curve, the exact shade of his eyes. Neither honey, nor butter, nor gold, but some alluring combination of the three. Remembering the soft shape of his lips, of how they felt on mine, the warm tingling when they would touch, that lingered when they would part. The feel of my warm hands in his cold, stone ones, the way they moulded to each other, fitting perfectly, the overwhelming sense of relief I would feel when they touched after we'd been away from each other, for any length of time. I took in the exact bronze colour of his hair, how it fell onto his forehead, how it seemed to be sprinkled with diamonds when it rained. Finally, the crooked smile I held so dear in my heart, that made my breath hitch in my throat, made me loose my train of thought, made my heart jump, ecstatic, out my chest, whenever I saw it. My eyes never strayed from his face, as his never did from mine. I committed it all to memory. Every detail, so I was sure it would be this face, this smile, this angel I saw behind my eyelids, not the pained ones that had been etched in my mind before, courtesy of Jane. We ended up staring into each other's eyes for an immeasurable moment. I was held, hypnotised, mesmerised, by his golden eyes. I pledged each detail to my mind. The perfect shape of them, the delicate arc of his brow, the way his eyelashes sat upon his smooth, flawless eyelids. Over the time I remembered this, his eyes changed from the gold being melted, a liquid, to them smouldering, molten. His eyes usually reflected his thoughts, his feelings. I'd figured out that when his eyes smouldered in such a way, he was thinking about things he could, and would, do if he weren't so worried about loosing control. And these things were anything but tame. I felt my face radiate heat as I made this connection and blushed. Without breaking the hold our eyes had on each other, he drew his hands up, sweeping them up my arms, grazing up my neck, to brush my cheeks gently, leaving my skin burning wherever he had touched. He slowly brought his face to mine, and rested his nose on my own. He breathed out, while I struggled to remember how to breathe at all, his breath having scattered my thoughts and pushed my vital bodily functions aside. My head ws spinning even before he pressed his lips to mine.


A/N. So, what did you think? Press that lovely button there and tell me? It'll only take a minute! Next up i've got a short 'series' of one-shots, the first on of which I'm halfway through writing. Just thought you'd like to know :P