Author's Note: Here I am! Back from my string of no stories. Once again, this is more romantic than humorous/stupid. I guess this is it guys. The end of this story. Ta ta for now I suppose.
Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight and I am not Stephenie Meyer.
August 1st Quote:
Bella: "Should I be afraid?"
Edward: "Terrified."
First of all, OMG LESS THAN 24 HOURS TO GO! We are mere hours away from owning the fourth book of the best series ever! I think I'm gonna implode if I don't get Breaking Dawn soon!
The only thing running through my head right now is a remake of the scene in Twilight where Bella is in Edward's room for the first time and he growls and pounces on her. This quote is probably gonna be all serious in the actual book, but all that's in my head so close to the release of Breaking Dawn is Edward and Bella fluff.
BPOV
I loved this room. This was officially my favorite place to be. I had spent all day here, and I never wanted to leave again. Edward and I had spent the day in his bedroom, just relaxing and simply being together. We took ourselves away from all the stress of the wedding, turned our backs on the outside world. We forgot about werewolves and big, scary Italian vampires for once and just focused on each other. I don't know how long we had been sitting in the same position: he leaning against the headboard, I in his lap, his hands wrapped tightly around my waist, right where they should be.
I sighed contentedly. Edward leaned forward and rested his chin on my shoulder, nuzzling his face in my neck. "I love you Bella," he whispered against my skin.
"I love you Edward," I whispered back. He shifted me in his lap a little bit to face him and kissed me gently, sweetly. I smiled up at him when he pulled away. Although I usually hated it when he did that, I was completely satisfied right now.
"So…still so eager to become one of the eternally damned?"
I groaned inwardly. We were not having this conversation again, especially not right now. "Quite, actually," I retorted.
He rolled his eyes. "So excited to become a monster," he sighed.
"Yes, but I'll be your monster," I replied.
He chuckled at my remark. "Well that's one good thing."
"You know," I started, "You're not quite the terrifying monster you think you are. I've never seen or heard of you doing anything truly horrible, and I'm certainly not scared of you."
He raised his eyebrows slightly in questioning, probably remembering the time he left me. "Oh really?" He asked.
"Have I run away screaming yet?"
He smiled a little, but still raised his eyebrows in doubt of my theory. Suddenly he took me out of his lap and placed me on the bed next to him. He got off the bed and walked to the front of the room, near the bedroom door. He turned around and crouched like a lion slowly with a wicked glint in his topaz eyes. I had a flashback to the first time I had been in his room and he had pulled a similar stunt. Now it was my turn to raise my eyebrows. "Should I be afraid?" I questioned.
"Terrified," he growled, slightly threatening but not enough to uproot me from my seat.
Before I even had time to register the movement, he had pounced on me, pinning my arms above my head and straddling me, pinning me to the bed so tightly that I could never have escaped, even if I wanted to. "Still don't see the monster?" he growled low in his velvety voice.
It took me awhile to answer as he dazzled me once again. My head was already spinning and fogged in the cloud of his amazing scent. "Never," I said breathlessly. He laughed quietly against my skin as he kissed my neck, tracing across my collarbone to just below my ear, and then along my jaw line, over and over again. Like I said, I love this room.
Bye guys!