Oh hey, how about I just allude to sex? I still earned the M rating. Baby steps are gettin' bigger.
Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight.
The Twilight Twenty-Five
Prompt: Touch
Pen name: HeartOfLife
Pairing: Bella/Edward
Rating: M
She was so fragile underneath his exploring fingertips. Her skin like rice paper, her bones made of shale. If he wasn't careful, she would simply disintegrate underneath him.
He didn't want to treat her as if she were breakable. He knew she wanted him to take her completely uninhibited. Her eyes, heavy-lidded and half-focused, begged for what she was too bashful to voice. And his still and silent heart, every coiled muscle, every single cell in his body screamed the same. But he would break her if he wasn't careful. She was too precious to him to risk the loss of control. He would give her what she wanted, what they both needed, but it would have to be his way. It was the only way.
So he slowly, agonizingly, so very gradually joined her body with his. Her fingers dug into his unyielding flesh. He grazed his nose against her pulsing neck, fluttered his lips against her hot, damp skin. What probably felt like a firm caress to her was barely a whisper to him. And yet he was ignited against her, bursting into flames. He burned so profoundly for her, molten heat underneath cool marble skin. Her erratically exhaled breath washed over him and his nostrils flared at her heady scent, freesia and strawberries and musk swirling together so powerfully that his eyes rolled back into his head.
And though he couldn't do all of the things he wanted to do with her, all of the things he had imagined so many times, one word came to mind and he chanted it like a prayer.
Perfect.