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Eclipse - Chapter Ten- Scent
I knew that this moment would sting, not technically hurt, but rather like scraping your knee on pavement. Of course, there was that pain at first, the stinging and the rush of fresh blood escaping your body, but after a few moments, after comfort was applied –bandages, creams, kisses,- the pain didn't linger. Yes, it hurt if you pressed on it too hard, or rather thought about the memory too intently, but if you peered hard enough to the bright side, you gained a memory, something that you'd be prepared for next time, and I knew that this moment was exactly like scraping your knee on pavement, except, of course, no matter how I possibly tried, I couldn't look far enough to the bright side. It was like everything was simply a tone of monotonous grey, not even a streak of another color, not even white.
Edward waited patiently, much as he always did, and looked ever so gorgeous doing so. I knew it'd be hard enough for me to explain this moment, but for Edward, I wasn't quite sure, this moment didn't necessarily have anything to do with our relationship, but then again it did. Because Edward gave me something that day, something that most people had a difficult time giving to another person. I sighed, knowing from my previous moments, that Edward could not possibly get mad, maybe a bit stressed, or even feel the sting of the moment, but it wasn't like he'd actually show me. "Remember when you finally let me go to La Push, to see Jacob?" I held my breath, not an easy thing to do, being me, waiting for his response, somehow feeling as though he'd jump out of the bed angered, but that wasn't Edward and I needed to get that through my thick skull.
"Yes, I do, of course," he answered, his voice not uneasy but not his normal tone, either, but rather though he mimicked a robot, his voice far too emotionless. He placed a few of his ice cold fingers, but somehow gorgeous fingers under my chin, and lifted my face to face his own. A crooked smile was etched upon his face, as he spoke softly, his tone much more like the Edward I knew and loved with all my heart, "I'm not angry, not at all, just a bit surprised, though. After all the pain you had to endure after making your decision, well I thought, not that you wanted to forget him, but rather you didn't want to bring him up, especially not with me." I knew I was far too lucky, far too lucky to have such an understanding person –although he was much more than just a person, too perfect- in my life.
"It hurts, yes, but that's not my favorite part, it's what you gave me," I replied, hoping he'd catch on.
"You mean the helmet and padded jacket, of course, you were able to pull it off," he answered, his voice light and nonchalant. I blushed profusely at the comment he had made that night, what he had said sounded more like what a normal seventeen year old would say. And it wasn't as though I had a problem that he said that, rather I was so surprised, too surprised to believe that Edward had called me sexy. I suppose I was so used to hearing beautiful, gorgeous, that I had forgotten I was resurrecting the human inside of him, and it looked like the adolescent male side of him was becoming stronger, much stronger.
I shook my head; blush still painted across my cheeks and a smile there, too. "Well, that, too," I answered, -I suppose, I should thank him for spending even more money on me-, "but you said you were going to trust my judgment, and with me, that is a lot."
He chuckled, pulling me closer against him, not causing his icy temperature to freeze me, but rather warm me to the highest degree possible before I was bound to explode. "I didn't know you'd be so happy that I said that, but you are right, it is a lot giving that especially to you, and especially to go with people who could so easily hurt you." A brief pause filtered throughout the air, of course not awkward, though. "Not that I'm an exception," he sighed, disgusted with himself.
I grimaced, and pulled his face up to mine. "Please, Edward, don't say that, you know how much I hate it when you do."
"Sorry," he muttered, "but alright, back to what you were saying. I finally let you go, not that I wanted to feel as though I was controlling you, -I may overreact, but I'm definitely not a tyrant-, because there was the fact that I did trust them a bit more, but rather I saw you need that, to see them, to be with them for as long as you could, before you couldn't any longer." I nodded, soaking in his explanation like a sponge.
"Well, I'm glad you did. I didn't want to beg and beg, and when you finally you gave in, that you'd feel like I was a brat."
"Bella, please," he scoffed at my ridiculous comment, well at least to him.
I shrugged it off, and continued on, "So, you really would, or rather will, trust anyone that I trust?"
"Well, maybe not everyone, because of course, if you were to trust a lion not to eat you or something, well I don't think I could go with that," he teased, easily creating an easier atmosphere around us, and for that, I was eternally grateful. Beside his other glorious gifts, all of which I was not jealous, but awed, he had a way of making me feel calmer, making a stressful, tense situation into something light, and almost Alice-like. Edward was like a mini-Jasper.
"You do still have the motorcycle, right?" I asked.
"I gave it to Jasper, he still enjoys very much, although I don't think he has got the concept that you have to drive much like a car; you know red lights and such," he chuckled, before returning to his serious, but light tone, "Why?"
"Well, I was thinking that you know, after I'm changed and better trained, and such, well that maybe you and I could do that, together?"
"Of course, Bella," he instantly promised, his golden eyes gleaming, and he showed no signs of apprehension, "I wouldn't have to worry about you getting road rash, right?"
I giggled, before answering, quickly, before I was short of breath, again, "I suppose, not. But I do think I could beat you in a race, when I'm changed, that is."
"Oh, is that right?" He answered back, his tone amused at my long-shot of a bet.
"It most certainly is, Mr. Cullen."
Author's Note: Yes, I haven't updated in a while, but all I can really say is sorry. Anyways, I'll try to finish this by the end of this month, which is only like two more weeks, so updates hopefully will be quicker, and that way my other stories will be more frequent. Anyways review and tell me what you think – and this is your last chance, I suppose, to tell me anything you'd like to see in the next few chapters (2 or 3) of the story! I really want to get this story to 100 reviews, so review, and if you could, vote in my poll, I'm curious as to what your thoughts are on that subject.
