Love to Bookjunkie1975, Coolbreeeze and Word Ninja for beta/pre-reading duties. And yes, I am just crazy/insecure enough to need 3 people look at 100 words.

Stephenie Meyer owns Twilight; I own a neglected, purple yoga mat.

The Twilight Twenty-Five
Prompt #: 17
Pen name: CrumblingFool
Pairing: Bella/Edward
Rating: M

Photos for prompts can be found here:
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"Just a little to the left."

"Oh my god! Seriously? It's centered! Nothing has ever been this centered before. Yoga masters all over the world are jealous of how centered it is. Can we please just hang the damn thing?"

"Bella."

"Edward."

"To the left. Please."

"If I hear you say, 'to the left' one more time I'm dropping this stupid light on your stupid, perfectionist head." I moved my shaking arms to the god damn left.

He was blissfully silent, head cocked, bright green eyes squinting at the light fixture in my hands.

"A little to the right."

"Fucker."