Big 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 an unabashed love of Dave Matthews. Y'all have Bieber, I have DMB. Bygones.
The Twilight Twenty-Five
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Prompt: 03 - Bliss
Pen name: CrumblingFool
Pairing: Bella/Edward
Rating: K
Photos for prompts 1, 7, 13, 19, & 25 can be found here:
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He hears the music floating down the hall before he gets to their door.
Setting the grocery bag on the counter he leans against the wall, watching.
She's moving around the kitchen singing, dancing. What she would call dancing. There's jumping and flailing involved and occasionally she shakes her hips.
She turns, face flushed, smiles.
"Love me baby, love me baby, shake me like a monkey, baby," she sings at him, jumping closer.
He laughs. "You're a truly terrible dancer, you know that?"
She smiles bigger. "I know."
Her arms go in the air and he laughs harder, joining in.