A/N: Okay, so I know it's been a while and that his chapter is really short and kinda uneventful, but I hope you can forgive me for that. A big part of the time this chapter took was that I tried to write it in Edward's POV, which didn't work out AT ALL. But I can (almost) promise that you'll get an Edward POV chapter before this chapter is finished. If not, I'm going to write an outtake in Edward's POV. The reason for this chapter being so short is that I'm not going to be able to write much for the next three weeks because I have a lot in school (it seems that all the teachers are trying to give us as much tests and homework as possible before graduation), and I wanted to leave you with a little something before I disappeared from the face of the planet. Enough rambling from me, and on with the chapter. Enjoy.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything, Twilight and all its characters belongs to Stephenie Meyer.
The Air I Breathe
Chapter 25
The bacon Edward had been frying lay burnt in the pan, and an unpleasant smell greeted us when we came downstairs. Edward threw away the burnt pieces in the trash while I went to get the cleaning supplies out. As good as the sex was, there was no way I was getting anywhere near that kitchen island before cleaning it. After thoroughly wiping it down with disinfectant I was satisfied, and I put away the supplied before sitting down by the now clean counter.
"What do you feel like eating?" Edward asked, his back towards me as he rummaged through the freezer. I tried to keep my eyes away from his delectable-looking backside, but it was tough. "There's lasagna, chicken parmesan, and some sort of fish dish."
I cleared my throat, releasing my lower lip from between my teeth without having realized I was biting it in the first place. "Lasagna, please,"
Edward pulled the containers out of the freezer and I helped out by taking out two plates from the cupboard and putting them on the counter before allowing Edward to portion up the food.
"Do you want to watch a movie?" I asked, carrying the plates of lasagna to the microwave.
"Yeah, why not. I'll even let you choose the movie." I could hear the smile in his voice.
I laughed, and put the timer on the microwave before turning it on. "Aren't you scared you're gonna be stuck watching a chick flick?"
Edward chuckled and then I felt him pull my body into his. His arms settled on my hips and he pushed my hair out of the way before kissing my neck lovingly. "I think I'll manage." I gave a low sigh and relaxed my body into his. Edward placed another lingering kiss on my neck before releasing me. I turned to face him, and my heart skipped a beat when I saw his smile. "Why don't you go and pick a movie? I'll be out with our food."
I nodded and rubbed his shirt covered chest, feeling the warmth of his body underneath my palm. He covered my hand with his and brought it up to his mouth, pressing his lips to my knuckles. "I love you."
I smiled, getting that warm and fuzzy feeling I got every time I heard those words. "I love you too."
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"This is the best plan you've ever come up with!" Alice squealed as we walked through King Street Station, and I couldn't help but to agree. It was the day before Valentine's Day, and I had just told Alice about my brilliant plan to get me to stay in Seattle over the weekend, since Edward and I had tickets to the Symphony on Valentine's Day.
"I think so too. I mean, at first I wasn't sure because I thought it would look weird with us going to the Symphony on Valentine's Day, but it was no problem at all." Edward had been amazing; saying that he got the tickets from a friend who was a music professor at UW, and that he wanted to broaden my knowledge of classical music. Amazingly both Esme and Carlisle had agreed immediately, and I highly suspected it had something to do with the fact that it would be an empty house on Valentine's Day.
To both Esme's and Carlisle's knowledge I would be spending Sunday night with Alice, Edward with a friend, and we'd drive back to Forks on Monday. In reality, Edward had booked us a suite at the Sorrento Hotel for Sunday night, the same hotel we had been staying at over Christmas.
"I almost forgot to tell you! I found the perfect dress for you yesterday!" Alice said as we exited through the slide doors and made our way towards Alice's canary yellow Porsche.
I inwardly groaned, but didn't let Alice hear it as I pulled up my hood over my head. In typical Seattle fashion, it was raining. "I thought I was wearing the dress I had for Thanksgiving?" We reached Alice's car, and she unlocked it before opening the trunk and taking my bag from my hands before tossing it in.
She huffed, and if she had been facing me I swear I'd see her rolling her eyes. "Bella please, this is the Symphony we're talking about." She turned around, and the look on her face told me that she thought I was mad. "And it's the most romantic holiday of the year; that dress isn't nearly classy enough for this occasion!"
"Do I at least get some say in wether I wear the dress or not?" I sat down in the passenger seat after almost hitting my head on the car frame.
Alice nodded, closing the door after sitting and fastening her seatbelt. "I promise you Bella, if you absolutely hate it we can go shopping for another one." With a bright smile she started the car and we drove off.
It was really nice to see Alice again. We spent the reminder of the Saturday eating junk food and catching up, which mostly consisted of Alice asking for dirty details of my and Edward's sex life.
Later that evening I called Edward, who was still in Forks but was leaving for Seattle in the morning. He laughed when I told him about Alice's inquisition. "It's not funny," I sat down in Alice's plush armchair, folding my legs underneath me.
"Sorry, love." I could hear that he was trying to quench his laughter, and I couldn't help but to smile. "Other than Alice's curiousity about our sex life, are you having fun?"
"Yeah, I am. It's still a bit weird that I can't just see Alice whenever I want like I could last year, but I'm getting used to it."
He was silent for a few seconds, but I could hear his steady breathing. "Do you wish you had more free time so you could visit her more often?"
"Not really. I mean, we're both pretty busy during the weekends with schoolwork, so we probably wouldn't have the time." I paused, realizing why he had asked. "You don't think that you take too much of my time do you?" the silence on the other line was the only answer I needed. "You're not. If it was someone I'd like to me able to see more often it's you. Edward, I only get to see you for more than a few minutes like three times a week. That's not enough for me."
"I know, love. I just don't want you to miss out on anything because of me."
I didn't like the somber tone the conversation had turned to, so I decided to lighten the mood. "If you're going to keep calling me love I'm going to have to come up with a nickname for you."
Edward chuckled. "Do you have any suggestions?"
"How about Eddiekins?" he snorted. "Honeybuns? Pumpkin? My little marshmallow?" I couldn't keep the smile off my face.
"Behave Ms Swan, or I'm going to have to punish you," his voice was low and pure sex, sending shivers down my spine. I rubbed my thighs together to try to relieve some of the pressure, and to my complete horror a half moan, half whimper left my mouth. I heard Edward chuckle on the other line.
"Bella, stop talking dirty to your boyfriend! We have some more girltime to get down to!" I heard Alice call from the kitchen, and I sighed.
"I gotta go. I'll see you tomorrow?"
"Yeah. I'll pick you up at 7.30?"
I smiled and nodded, even though I knew he couldn't see me. "Sounds good. Goodnight, I love you."
"I love you too, more than you know."
We hung up, and I stared at the phone with a smile on my face for a few seconds before I stood up and went to join Alice in the kitchen.
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