The Twilight Twenty-Five
Prompt: Lithe
Pen name: BecauseSheCan
Pairing: Bella with mentions of Edward
Rating: M
March, 9, 2009
Dariaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa,
Edward keeps trying to steal you from me and he is trying his hardest but don't worry I will never let you go. You are my one true love Daria, you hear that my one true love.
But in all seriousness I am gloriously happy and achy and just good. Like really good.
When I woke up this morning Edward was in bed with me and he was staring at me but not in a creepy way, I mean it is more like the quiet way that I stare at Blue, just filled with love.
God, can I say that enough times? EDWARD LOVES ME. EDWARD LOVES ME. EDWARD LOVES ME.
I could write it a million more times if I thought it wouldn't tire out my hands and I have so many things to tell you. Like the fact that Edward loves me, oh wait I told you that already didn't I. I mean I came here knowing that he loved me but I mean the entire point of writing you was to get over him so maybe I thought he loved me like that. Like I always knew he would be a part of me but I wanted to move on from him and maybe he felt that same way. But now I know it is not true. Now I know that he loves. I mean god, does he love me.
I woke up this morning and he was there, being all adorable and apologizing for leaving me last night. Then he started tracing the new scar on my shoulder then kissed the burn mark on my hand, he went on touching everything about me that has changed; memorizing the new body that time has given me. He admired me, every time he looked at me I felt wanted, the change between us happened so fast I was lost in it. I couldn't breathe I wanted him everywhere, on my, in me. I might have begged a little but he was so easily persuaded, it made me wonder if Alice told him what had to happen but I quickly banished the thought from my mind. Everything about that moment was perfect.
He was perfect, and god……..I wanted it to last forever.
I didn't, well, I didn't scream to the bloody heavens but I felt him and I was his first, (I mean I had to be he was over in like three seconds) and his second, and his third. He didn't lose control, there was a moment when he thought he might but it was a false alarm. He took a deep breath and stilled himself, then smiled and gave me a kiss on the lips, which I turned in to a deep kiss, which got him moving again. If only we tried this during high school he could have known and I so would have taken advantage.
I think I started to take advantage this time because I wouldn't part with him for anything and when my lips started shivering from the cold he wrapped me in the warm blankets and took me outside to sit on the porch. We sat there for a few seconds until I realized that he wasn't touching me so I laid my head on his shoulder and he jumped and I think in that second he was genuinely frightened of me.
Laughter started to bubble in my mouth.
I might have snorted.
Edward looked at me with this just face of adorable confusion and then I lost it. Tears were in my eyes, out of my mouth came the most unladylike sounds in the world, I hiccupped and goddamn I was a wreck. But it felt so good. I am sure Edward thought I was crazy but it is true laughter really is contagious and soon enough he caught on. And there we were the vampire and his lover sitting out in the sunlight in the middle of the day in the middle of a war laughing till we were blue in the face.
God, I want to live in a moment in that bubble forever.
The rest of the day has been spent in equally brilliant bliss. We kissed, we touched. My body shaped itself around his, always touching. He asked me all these questions, I told him about college what it was like, stupid stories about my professors and how one time Kayla, Brenda and Danielle were able to get me to down two tequila shots then get up on stage and sing I Will Survive with them. I told him how I ended up choosing my major and the months I spent during the summers exploring the world around me in small car trips.
I told him that the same friends also managed to convince me to walk in a fundraising event for their Theatre fashion show and how I was able to walk in six inch heels. He didn't believe I could be capable of such grace so I disconnected from him for a second and picked up a random book in his room. Then I proceeded to walk in a straight line balancing the book on my head and all went well until the stupid turn. The book fell on my foot, and I immediately cursed like a fucking banshee but before I knew it I was in Edwards arms back on the bed and he was holding my foot, inspecting it for any hurt.
Want me to kiss it and make it better, he asked. Dear god, I swooned.
And then he kissed up my feet and his cold lips tickled me. I started giggling and he caught them but tried his best to look serious and seductive, by the time he got to the sensitive part right under my knee I was biting my lips to hold back the giggles and apparently this turns Edward on or something because he grunted and rolled over and I let loose. Laughing, I rolled over on top of him and started teasing him by doing what he was doing to me and then somehow the silly became serious. It grew quiet and I took the time to show him how much I loved him, how much I missed him, how good this could be if we decided to go slow…. And god damn it was good.
I don't even think I can put into words what happened between Edward and I this last time. It was like we were being fused together and I couldn't remember where he stopped and I began. He laid his head on my forehead and just stared at me, I know it sounds corny as hell and trust me I cringe as I write it but it felt as if he was staring into my damn soul. He just… I can't put words to it. How did I actually think I would get over him?
Now he is sitting across from me watching me right in you and he is shamelessly not trying to hide his curiosity about the things I tell you. He has tried everything to get me to give you to him but I refuse. You are my thoughts and my sanity and some of the things I said about him might not be the friendliest things in the world. So no, no matter how hard he tries trust me I will never let him read you. Plus I mean I don't want him to doubt my feelings right before we do this. Is it selfish if I want his last memories to be like this?
Perfectly Blissful,
Bella