Theme #11: Gardenia

Rating: General

Spoilers: Twilight

Chapter Eleven: Interrogation

"What kind of flowers do you prefer?" Her cheeks were still red from her honest answer to his previous question, but she thought quickly, her brain spinning in order to try and come up with the proper response.

Not a rose. Too flashy, too many thorns, too intoxicating. Not an orchid, too exotic. A lily? No, not quite. Bluebells, daffodils, lilac, tulip, hyacinth... wait...

"Tulip!" She blurted out quickly, biting her lip when she realized just how loud she had been.

He quirked one perfect brow just slightly, and waited patiently. "Really? And why is that?"

She shrugged helplessly. "I don't know... I've always liked them. So simple, but nothing is brighter or more cheerful in the springtime. They're beautiful in a different way."

Inconspicuously, his lips twitched, trying to hide his amusement. "It makes sense, I suppose." She frowned back at him.

"Why? What would you have guessed?" He smiled.

"A gardenia, perhaps. White... pure..." Leaning over, he touched his nose to her neck, his lips just barely whispering against her skin. "And they have a most intoxicating scent."