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Word Prompt: Genesis
~Edward, (this happens parallel to Bella in the last chapter)
I plop down on her bed, she's in the shower. I listen and I hear the water dripping off her body.
It excites me in more ways than one.
Last night we were up all night on Alice's deck, just watching the night sky. Sometimes we talked, sometimes we didn't.
I've never felt anything like this before, there is a bond, one that I can't explain between us. I'm not sure that I want to explain it, but undeniably – it's there.
I wrap my arms around her pillow and inhale.
Intoxicating and relaxing.
Bella makes me feel alive, but I've realized even more than that, is that she makes me feel normal. I don't feel like some punk-ass kid that was abandoned by his mother. I don't feel lost or alone. I don't feel like an outcast. I'm allowed to just be Edward and she likes me for that alone.
I wasn't lying when I told her I was right on the edge of falling for her. It is what it is. I know I'm falling – my heart becoming more her's with each passing minute of the day, and I'm not fighting it. I have no desire to NOT love her.
Our circumstances are not at all ideal, my time here in Atlanta is limited. But maybe there'll be a way. And if there's not, if this is all we have – it's worth it. I'll take it, and treasure it and let it give me hope for a better tomorrow.
I won't allow my thoughts to drift about hurting myself, or breaking her heart. Or having to ever walk away from her.
I awaken to her hand laced with mine over my heart. I hope she feels it race from her touch. The beat it produces is conducted by her and her alone.
She moans and stretches.
I moan in return. Lying beside her on the bed, her body merely inches from mine, it's the best possible torture there is. I know in due time, I'll know her body like I know my own. Her sounds will be my commander. Her movements, my guide. I'll learn her body from the inside out.
Her lashes flutter open. She smiles.
"Hi." I squeeze her hand.
"Hi." She licks her lips.
I stop myself from moaning again.
"Did you enjoy your nap?" Her voice is raspy.
I nod and I figure I need to talk before I give in to my wants. I want her so fucking bad. Hours, it will take hours to get my fill.
Soon.
"Do you know the story of the genesis of love, Bella? The myth of how it all began?" I ask.
Her smiles grows and she cuddles up as close as she can to still be able to see my face.
"Once upon a time, human beings were quite different; there were three sexes, and every creature had two sets of arms and legs, two faces…but we never knew love. We were already complete, needing nothing. But our strength and defiance frightened the gods, and Zeus sent down scissor-sharp bolts of lightning that split us in half, and we all carry the scar & reminder of that separation –possibly our bellybutton. Then to complete our punishment, we were scattered geographically from our other halves, and now, we experience the pain that cuts a straight line down through the heart – it's called love. They say that it's a sad story how we became lonely two legged creatures, but it teaches us one thing: that we all are only one half of a completed self, that we require someone else to complete us, and we will remain lonely and searching all our days if we don't find that other half. Not just that, but that there is only one person on the earth who can properly complete us."
Her eyes hold un-shed tears.
"Soul mates," she whispers.
I move my free hand to cup her cheek. "Soul mates," I agree.
"I think I found mine." Her eyes are wide and one lone tear meets my hand.
"Me too." I answer, and confess, and refrain from jumping up and singing it from the rooftop, "Finally."
"There is some kiss we want with our whole lives, the touch of spirit on the body.
Sea water begs the pearl to break its shell.
And the lily, how passionately it needs some wild darling!
At night, I open the window and ask the moon to come and press its face against mine.
Breathe into me.
Close the language-door and open the love-window.
The moon won't use the door." – Rumi