Author's note: And here is the continuation of the honeymoon - hope y'all are enjoying these chapters as much as I did writing them! This chapter is a little steamier than the one before, just so y'all know!
Proceed with caution - this chapter had M-rated material!
The Honeymoon - Part 2***
Beau and Edythe laid together for an endless stretch of time in their bed, complete in each other as they never had been before. It was comfortable, easy in ways it never could be when Beau had been human. Easier even than it had been since his transformation; in these moments together there was no pressure to keep him controlled, no seven pairs of eyes watching his every move. He could simply exist with Edythe. It was refreshing, like seeing the sky again after being underground for months.
Eventually the day turned to night again for maybe the dozenth time as they embraced in their bed quietly. For them, time didn't seem to be moving at all but the world didn't have that same luxury.
Edythe eventually reminded Beau of their need to hunt. She detached herself from his arms, letting the sheet drop from her body as she climbed out of bed. Beau watched her nude form in awe as she fluttered around the room, locating her wardrobe and selecting a simple green sundress to pull over head. He frowned to have her beautiful body obscured. If he had his way they would never wear clothes again.
She turned her head, catching his disappointed expression, and laughed. "I can hardly go hunting naked, Beau. Don't be ridiculous."
"We really wouldn't know that until we tried." He pulled himself to the edge of the bed, not the least bit embarrassed by his own nudity; he supposed it was something you just grew comfortable with after some amount days of rolling around with your wife in bed.
She paused, observing him now. Unconsciously, she licked her lips. "Regardless..." She cleared her throat, attempting to shake the longing from her tone. "Regardless, the sooner we feed you, the sooner we can come back and be as naked as you want." Almost hesitantly she brought him a pair of jeans, though she couldn't bring herself to provide him a shirt.
He raised an eyebrow at her but dutifully stepped into his pants.
She was a little better at hiding her own disappointment for his state of dress. Edythe clicked her tongue. "Come on, let's get this over with."
They fled into the woods, not aiming to go far for their meal. The first animals they crossed paths with, a herd of deer, quickly fell to their thirst.
Beau hadn't realized how strong his need to feed had been; in only a few minutes he had drained five deer, as if on autopilot as soon as he spotted them. He could only think they had lost track of time in the cottage and more time had passed since the hunt the day of the wedding than he had assumed. It didn't bother him too much, however.
Edythe took her kills with equal fervor, impatient to be done with the hunt despite knowing how necessary it was for her newborn husband. It was strange; for the past few weeks his hunger had always been on the foremost of her mind, but in the realization of their sexual appetite, her priorities had abruptly shifted. She shook her head at her own abundance for lust but could not find herself ashamed for it. It was a hunger she had only now been able to quench which made it all the more desperate, she thought, and the same was true for her husband. Though his eyes had been pitch black for need to hunting, even he, a newborn, had forgotten this need in favor of the other.
As he followed up after the last two of the herd, Edythe cleaned up after by burying the spoils. Once she had them packed neatly in the upturned earth, she followed Beau's scent, intent on dragging him back to the house for another few rounds of love making.
She found him not a few miles away, draining the last doe. Edythe watched him, quickly becoming distracted by the ease in which he powerfully lifted his kill, the way his arms flexed as he gripped it around the middle holding it tight to prevent escape, the slight 'v' of his torso as he bent - the lines of his body pointing down to below the dip of his low hanging jeans...
Beau let the deer drop, kicking up a shallow hole in the earth and pushed her in. He covered her with soil, brushing off his hands in his jeans, turning to meet Edythe's eye to ask if she was done.
He was surprised to find her observing him with hooded eyes not ten feet away. Her arms were crossed under her breasts, the thin material stretched tight enough that her excitement was apparent. Even from her posture - legs pressed tight together, head slightly ducked as she looked at him from under her long eyelashes - told him of her state of mind. And it was catching.
He crossed to her fluidly, his hands on her waist, head bent over her, finding her lips eager for his once more. Their mouths were unnaturally warm from the recent feeding, venom still readily flowing as they kissed.
She pulled him by the loops of his jeans until her back was to a solid oak's trunk. Bracing herself, she lifted one leg to wrap around his back, letting her dress ride up. He knew of course that she wore nothing underneath and immediately dipped his fingers to her waiting flesh, stirring her up with hasty flicks of his wrist. In seconds she was dripping, her thighs coated with her wetness. Clearly watching him had aroused her more than he suspected.
There was no way to drag this out - he would have to take her hard and fast out here in the open. It would be different from just love making, this time raw and desperate but no less satisfying. This was simply unrestrained lust, fueled by the fresh blood that was encouraging their frenzy. And there was no stopping it.
It was clearly what she wanted too, from her moans and erratic trembling as she turned wild at his touch. Edythe was encouraging him on, undoing his jeans swiftly and pulling out his length then, stroking him against her thigh. She was panting as he grew hard for her, gripping him and directing her to her wet center.
He pulled his fingers out and dove inside her with no hesitation. Her wetness welcomed him greedily, sucking him in and clenching around with each ferocious buck of his hips. He plunged inside her, losing all appearance of composure, pushing his body as close to hers as physically possible. The tree behind them quaked with each movement but they couldn't bring themselves to ease up.
He was deep within her, pulling out only to give it to her again recklessly. Each time her shoved inside her, the tree splinted more from the force. Her enticing sounds grew louder and more desperate, begging for release. His own seemed to be right there as well, his eagerness for their joining giving way to haste. He knew he wouldn't last much longer.
She was in the same predicament, her own lust outweighing any need for leisure. Edythe pulled his hair roughly, locking her legs around his torso as she took him in, grinding down on his cock with everything she had. From her core, pleasure rippled through her limbs, building intensely until she was nearly crying out. He continued to pound into her fully, rocking her as her orgasm pulsed through her form.
He buried himself deeply inside her then with a throaty growl, filling her insides with his own climax. Thick venom spilled down her thighs as he held her there, pumping still until he could give her no more.
The tree creaked ominously as he rested their full combined weight against it while they caught their breaths together. Beau's face was on her neck now, kissing her softly as if in apology for losing control as he took her. She purred contently, however, her chin on his shoulder, rubbing his bare back as his muscles contracted and relaxed at her touch.
Finally, they cooled down enough to separate slightly. Beau kept his arms under her legs, holding her up as he took a steadying step back. She pulled away from their embrace to kiss his lips sweetly.
"That was-" she started at the same time he exclaimed quietly, "Wow."
Light laughter floated through both of them, turning to shocked silence as the tree they had abused thundered mightily before crashing to the ground with an echoing thump, taking three other nearby trees with it in a domino effect. Birds shrieked and fled the area as branches swayed noisily, while small mammals scurried as far away as they could in the wake of the fallen trunks.
When the forest finally settled from the disruption, with Edythe and Beau in the center of the chaos, a cloud of dirt rose from the impacted earth. They had single-handedly cleared a good chunk of forest in their quest to get their fill of each others' bodys. Beau was mildly horrified but Edythe seemed to find the wanton destruction amusing.
"So lies the first victim of your newborn strength," she chuckled, patting his chest affectionately. He hmphed at that, earning another round of giggles. "I'm just surprised there weren't more casualties sooner. You really have been remarkably well controlled, you know."
"At least it wasn't the house," he said glumly. He set her down, smoothing her dress out then straightening himself up and rezipping his pants. He sighed heavily at the fallen trunks; the trees had probably been a few hundred years old. "What should we do with these? We can hardly just leave them here."
Edythe rolled one of the trunks off another with a light push. "How about a campfire?"
He agreed and set to work breaking up the lumber in manageable pieces. Edythe found a clearing not too far away, carving out a spot in the center easily. She then placed a circle of rocks around the hole as a barrier to keep the flames from torching the grass. It was no sooner than she had laid the last rock when Beau finished his task, and began carrying over what looked like a years worth of splinted wood. She helped him throw large armfuls into the pit, setting the rest up neatly beside it.
Edythe took off back to the cottage, returning with a large woven blanket. Meanwhile Beau used his rudimentary survival skills to spark a flame with the dry bark. He tossed it into the pit, the crisp air taking it easily.
Edythe pulled him into the blanket as they watched the wood go up nicely. She settled in his lap and he pulled the corners of the cloth around them securely, cocooning them. The heat from the burning logs radiated through their skin, giving the illusion of shared body heat. Overhead the sky was a brilliant black, dotted with thousands of stars. Even back in the tiny town of Forks it was impossible to see the sky this clearly.
"This is nice." She tilted her head back to kiss the underside of his chin.
"Mmhmm." He hugged her to his body.
They stayed like that for a long time. When the last of the embers finally died away, the sky was changing color, welcoming in a new day. The forest was coming back to life with the dawn.
Wordlessly, they stood and strolled back to their safe space, their hidden home away from home. Hand in hand, they were in no hurry, moving at a nearly human pace. Edythe pointed out different flora that grew here, rattling off the names easily, shrugging at his impressed expression, explaining that she had too many years to memorize these types of things - too many years alone.
Beau squeezed her hand at that, reminding her that was no longer the case. Her answering smile was brilliant.
When they returned to the cottage the sun was already up behind the veil of clouds. They had quickly lost count of the days but we're not bothered by it; they knew their family did not expect them to return any time soon and there was nothing pressing to bring them back. This time was for them to enjoy as a married couple.
Beau opened the door of their home for Edythe, who offered him a warm smile as she crossed the threshold on foot this time. She discarded the blanket, covered in dew and grass from their night under the stars, unceremoniously in the alcove before making a beeline to their room. When Beau entered behind her, he found she was already drawing the water in the circular whirlpool bath.
Though they did not sweat or truly become dirty in the traditional sense, he had observed that vampires still regularly bathed if for no other reason than to enjoy the heat of the water seeping through their skin. For Beau, it made him feel normal, a remnant for a life he almost remembered but no longer existed in.
Edythe found her favorite hair clip in one of the drawers beside the sink and twisted her hair up simply before stripping and stepping into the pool of water. The water reached just past her waist on the first step and deepened as she took to the middle, almost to the curve of her breast then. She sat on the ledge that encircled the center, the bath much too large for her alone, her eyes trained on Beau.
His eyes were always on her, of course, and so she found him drinking her in with a grin on his face. She beckoned to him with a curl of her finger. Having all the invitation he needed, he stepped out of his jeans eagerly and joined her in the heated water.
Edythe pulled him to her as soon as he stepped in so they sat side-by-side, his arm around her waist, her head over his heart, where she pressed her lips softly. Her hand was on his thigh below the water, lightly brushing the skin. Her touch was electric, pulsing through his body.
His fingers grazed along her waist, lazily drawing designs around her hip. The smoothness of her skin was perfect, like alabaster and the same color. With the temperature of the water, Edythe was like a statue come to life, stepping off a dais to transfer her warmth to him.
"You're so beautiful," he crooned, dipping his face closer to hers. "It's really not fair, you know."
She laughed, a chime of bells. "How is that?" Edythe looked up at him, her dark eyelashes framing her tawny eyes prettily.
"Well now I'm one of those guys whose wife is far too beautiful for him," Beau said matter-of-factly. "That guy you see holding hands with an amazing woman and wonder 'how the heck did he manage that?'" He shook his head. "Completely unfair."
"Very unfair," she agreed with a wiry smile. "But you have it quite backwards. I'm the lucky one to have landed you. You were always much more than I deserved, Beau."
"Hardly," he snorted.
"McKayla seemed to think so." Edythe scrunched her nose, imitating her voice perfectly. "'What does he see in her?' She was convinced I was taking advantage of you for some nefarious purpose," she added, back in her own velvety soprano. "She was right, to an extent, of course. But my intentions have shifted since then and are much more... Shall we say - not pure, of course - but tame by comparison?"
He raised an eyebrow playfully. "Oh? And what exactly are these not pure intentions of yours?"
"To devour you," Edythe purred, her hand sliding further up his thigh. It was Beau's turn for his breath to catch. "Every inch of your flesh, for the next few centuries onwards and well into forever."
"Quite devious," Beau choked out. Her hand was distractingly close to touching him directly.
"Naturally." She flashed her white teeth. "Do you find that exciting?" Edythe ran her fingertips over the tip of his length for a beat, retracting her touch as if it had been an accident, though her too wide eyes told another story.
"Definitely exciting," he sighed.
She looked pleased. "Glad to see my nefarious plan is working." Again, she skimmed across his sensitive skin casually, ignoring his sudden intake of air. Her touch lingered longer this time - but still not quite long enough of course.
"Clearly." Beau gritted his teeth as she played with him, doing his best to focus on her words rather than the feeling gathering in his lower region. "You have me right where you want me."
"I do," she chuckled, bringing her hand back innocently to his thigh. She tilted her head, watching him curiously. "I have you alone, in a secluded place. Naked." Her voice dropped an octave and it did nothing for Beau's sense of control. "Can you guess the next part of my evil scheme?"
"Having a hard time thinking about anything right now," he admitted, his voice breaking slightly.
"Well, that actually is the plan," she whispered, lightly palming him now. "Not thinking, just feeling." Her hand was around his length, her touch no longer feather-light, but instead very present. "How does that sound, my love?"
"Good," he grunted as he threw his head back, closing his eyes as he absorbed the sensation of her petite hand wrapping around him. Slowly, she was moving it up and down his shaft as if it was a forethought.
"Someone is not very loquacious all of the sudden." She sounded amused. Her grip was a little firmer now as she held him, pumping him in a slow, tortuous way. His cock grew harder still. "But responsive in other ways," she mused aloud.
He could only groan in answer.
Edythe tapped her chin with her free hand as if in deep thought as she observed him. "I wonder..." She did not finish her thought but instead disappeared under the water. For a second, all was quiet besides the bubbling of the whirlpool.
"Fuck," Beau cursed suddenly, sitting up straight now. Her lips were on the head of his length, her tongue teasing over the sensitive skin.
He could see her clearly under the surface, folded primly on her knees before him, both of her hands touching him now as she kissed him intimately. She looked up at him then, her eyes wide open and unbothered by the water, clearly amused by his outburst, before going back to the task before her. She was stroking him with both hands, her tongue artificially hot from the bath as she tasted him.
And she was driving him crazy.
Beau gripped the edge of the bath, too tightly as the marble started to crack under the pressure. He knew he wouldn't last long watching her taste him but was unable to tear his eyes away from his impossibly sexy wife. Clearly not having to breathe had its advantages, thought he had never suspected this would be one of them. Intense waves of pleasure crashed through his body as her lips closed around him, her hands never faltering.
Unconsciously he was moving his hips as she stroked him faster, her tongue grazing up and down the shaft as she got him worked up. He could sense her getting excited, her own arousal almost palpable as she pumped him.
Beau swore again as her hands wrapped around the base and she took him deeper in her mouth. Edythe's pretty pink lips pulled him in with ease, slowly pulling away just as her venom coated him generously. She would then bob her head again, deeper than before and repeat the process. Her lips were soft but firm, caressing the skin all over. He could feel her moaning where they were connected, the vibrations spreading over his flesh.
Edythe couldn't deny feeling a sense of smugness for how her husband clearly enjoyed her. Hard and thick, he was undeniably overcome with lust. Seeing Beau like this made her want to push him to his very limit, to the brink of insurmountable pleasure - it would in turn only enhance her own.
She also couldn't help but to be turned on, not only for seeing how she effected her husband, but for the sensation of him filling her in this new way as well. Edythe could feel him sliding into her mouth, teasing the back of her throat. It was not an unpleasant feeling. And she wanted more.
She was sucking him in hungrily now, finding him slick with his own arousal. It was hard to describe the taste, but the feeling of him filling her throat was undeniably that of being heated up from the inside. It was a thousand times hotter than their kisses that drew the air out of her lungs, that made her lips tingle after. This was raw and passionate and sensual in ways she hadn't expected. She thought she could become addicted to it, addicted to him.
He growled her name, his voice aching with need. Edythe could feel him thrusting to meet her lips. She braced herself, one hand on his thigh, the other gripping him as she slid him down her throat. Beau was shaking, so close to giving her what she wanted, so close to his release.
Edythe turner her eyes up at Beau again, giving him that alluring look that never failed to make his heart work overtime as a human. She knew very well what that look did to him still, what desires it awoke in him.
And he did not disappoint.
As soon as their eyes met, his desire for her overflowed and he was over come with pleasure. With a deep sound that bounced off the tiled walls, he filled her mouth. Edythe continued pumping him, lapping him up as she did. Finally, she surfaced, licking her lips. She looked remarkably like a cat that had swallowed a canary.
She barely had time to flick her wet bangs from her face before Beau pulled her into his lap. He teased her open, sliding her down on his cock when he found her ready. She gasped at his sudden thrusts, gripping his shoulders to steady herself around him. His hand were on her ass, guiding her as she took him in deeply.
As she rose up and down, the water around them splashed up, their lust creating waves in the whirlpool bath. Beau held her close, her soft breasts against his chest, her parted lips panting just inches away from his own.
"Beau," she moaned, feeling herself tightening around him. Her arousal was consuming her senses. "Oh that feels so good."
"God you're so sexy," he panted as she writhed her hips.
"I love how you feel inside me," Edythe whimpered, her eyes nearly black with desire.
He growled, pressing his mouth to hers, kissing her roughly. She returned his passion desperately, wordlessly begging for relief as he filled her over and over again. Despite just climaxing for her eager mouth, Beau could feel himself building towards another orgasm as he joined with his wife. He could hardly believe how insatiable his need for Edythe was. It was a constant, underlying longing now, something as prevalent in his mind as his thirst. He thought it might even be more. And from what he saw, it appeared to be the same for her.
She came hard, her body arching back as her body gave way to the now familiar shivers. She fell into his chest, gasping for air. He followed soon after, stilling her frame by gripping her hips. She accepted him lovingly, sighing contently as warmth spilled down her frame.
Beau threw his head back against the bath's ledge, feeling oddly spent despite knowing vampires couldn't really get tired. He startled, however, when he noticed the marble he laid against was shattered in several different places - and his hand prints were obvious as the center of the destruction.
Beau shook his head as he eyed the crushed marble. "When Archie asks, just know I'm blaming you for that."
"That's fair." Edythe shrugged, her grin shameless. "And here El was disappointed by how tame you've been with all this extra strength. None of us would has suspected I was the key to getting you to lose your prefect restraint." She brushed bits of dust from his hair, laughing as she did. "I must say, it is rather flattering, Beau."
He laughed too, her high spirits contagious even in the face of his most recent lack of control. Beau hugged her tight. "Damn I love you."
"Mmmhmm. I know." She winked. "Come on, let's get dried off."
Edythe climbed out first, careful to step around the chunks of debris. She found her towel and patted herself dry, wringing out her hair hastily. When Beau joined her in front of the mirror she rubbed him over as well, taking her time in some areas more than other. He rolled his eyes but caught his reflection and saw a dopey smile on his face. Clearly newlywed life suited him just fine.
They headed back into the bedroom, Beau crossing to the bed and falling to the edge. He watched as Edythe observed their pile of discarded clothes, picking up his dress shirt from the wedding, slipping into it. It clung to her still damp skin attractively as she did a few of the buttons in the middle. It was severely oversized on her, almost reaching her knees, but fit her perfectly in other ways. For Beau, seeing her in his shirt was even sexier than if she had been in lingerie; he suspected it was some sort of macho possessive thing.
He pulled her into his lap, taking note of the pink of her nipples through the shirt. "Do you have a thing for stealing other people's clothes? Archie's scarfs, Royal's jacket, now this?"
She shrugged, the gesture nearly comical in the huge garment. "To be fair, Royal's jacket was for you, Beau. But I have been known to sample some of Archie's things - it's not like he'd missed anything, as his wardrobe is more extensive than mine and Jessamine's put together."
"Well you realize this is one of maybe six shirts of my own I have, right?" he said, plucking at the too long sleeve that draped over her fingers. "I mean, I'll give you that it looks a lot better on you, but still. If you keep it then I'll only have the five and that is just sad."
Edythe pouted, throwing her arms around his neck. "But it smells like you." As if to make her point, she brought the collar of the shirt to her nose, inhaling deeply. She sighed blissfully before letting it drop back in place. "Nope, sorry. I don't think you're getting this back."
He pretended to be upset. "Great, now I'll have to let Archie kidnap me for an actual shopping trip, something I have been avoiding."
"Maybe you should have actually let him take you shopping one of the times you told me that's what you were doing." She replied, adorably scrunching up her face.
"And then what would have come of this house?" he asked indignantly. "It was for the greater good."
"Just saying. It's your own fault you don't have more shirts, you know."
"How was I to know you'd be pilfering my only nice shirt?" He shook his head. "Someone should have warned me about you and your affinity for clothes theft."
Edythe flicked his nose. "Oh hush." She hopped off his lap then, strolling into the open main room. Her eyes swept around the room, taking everything in. "You guys really did a wonderful job with this house though. It's quite impressive."
Beau found himself a pair of sweatpants in his dresser, pulling them on before following after his wife. "I'm glad you approve. It was a very busy few days getting this place up - I still can't believe how quickly Archie got everything together."
She smiled faintly as she walked behind her new piano, settling on the bench. "Archie has his ways."
"So I'm learning." Beau sat beside her, lifting the smooth cover. "Play something for me?"
Edythe's smile widened. "What should I play?"
"Anything. I just want to listen to you for a while."
She nodded, bringing her hands to the keys, but stopped when the cuffs fell over the tips of her fingers. Beau laughed and reached over to roll the cuffs to a decent length for her. She thanked him with a peck on the cheek and began to play.
The first few notes were slow and winding. Beau recognized them vaguely from his human memories as the beginning to the song she composed for him. He closed his eyes, memorizing each stroke of the key. The way she played was beautiful, if not hauntingly so. Her light touches danced across the piano, blending the simple sounds into a complex melody that echoed in his chest.
When the last hollow notes played out he thought the song was finished, but she continued to play, morphing his song into something else. There was a sweetness to this new piece, and joy as well. It was lighter, warmer, and had a certain glow that filled his heart. It was as if the first song was the last rays of light from the moon while this one was the dawn of a new day.
"I'm still working on this one," Edythe admitted as if sensing his question. "It started off very messy, very confused, born from my feelings for having you like me. I was still trying to figure out how happy I was allowed to be about your life ending," she said slightly apologetically.
"You should get to be at least as happy as I am," Beau said simply.
"I think I'm much more than that," she admitted. "Now that I've let myself enjoy getting to have you. It made it easier to figure out the sound of this song. It's bliss, pure and simple."
"I hear it."
"It's my honest feelings. I wanted you to know my heart." She let the song swirl into a flourish, the sound reminding him of her bell-chime laughter.
Beau brought his hand under her chin, turning her so he might give her a gentle kiss. "Thank you for sharing your heart with me. It's all I've wanted and more."
Edythe leaned into his hand, gathering his other in both of hers. "My wedding gift to you. It may not be as grand as a house-"
"Actually, this is Archie's gift technically," Beau reminded her. He paused, thinking over Archie's promise that he would think of a better wedding gift for half a second, before deciding to try something he had been playing around with. "I have a different gift for you. It's something I want to try to share with you."
She looked at him curiously.
He drew his eyebrows together. "I'm not sure how long I can do this, so let me concentrate, okay?"
Still confused, she agreed anyway, content to watch him quietly as he appeared to be thinking something over.
Beau released a breath, remembering the lessons with Kirill, knowing he needed to focus very clearly. He searched himself for the elastic feeling he recognized as his shield, finding it along the recesses of his consciousness. He experimentally stretched what he considered to be the thick band of the field, remembering how it felt to expand it from himself completely, to pull it away from his mind. It felt a little like it would to pull back his eyelids - extremely uncomfortable, but possible as long as he ignored the irritation.
Once he was sure he had a firm grip on his shield, he pulled it away, turning his thoughts to memories of his beautiful wife in no particular order: Edythe the first time he saw her across the cafeteria, listening to her agonized voice as he laid with his head on her lap during his transformation, watching her beat Archie in their silent chess match, marveling as she sang sweetly while they danced at their wedding...
"Whoa!" Beau lost hold of his shield as Edythe all but knocked him off the bench, kissing him wildly. He chuckled against her lips, pulling away from her attack. "There goes my concentration."
"I heard you," she gasped, sounding both thrilled and confused. "I could hear your thoughts. How...?"
"Kirill figured out that if I could expand my shield, I should be able to retract it too. It just takes a lot of effort. And concentrating, which is nearly impossible if you're climbing all over me," he added good-naturedly.
"Sorry," she said, not sounding very sorry at all. "Can you do it again?"
"I'll try, but you've got to let me focus. So be good, okay?"
She nodded vigorously, her expression expectant.
Beau found the edge of the band more easily this time. He picked up where he left off in his memories of Edythe: her harsh snarl at Joss in the clearing, the dimples he adored when she smiled and tried to get her way, her scent that was the sweetest perfume he had ever smelled - freesias, lilac, mountainous air, and fresh snow - concentrated in her bronze hair, the various shades of her eyes from brilliant honey to pitch as night, that beautiful laugh that drove him crazy, the feel of her velvety hands on him...
Edythe really did knock him off the bench that time, pinning him to the floor, kissing him across his chest and neck.
Beau laughed but made no attempt to get up. "Okay that is really not helping me focus."
"Your fault this time," she purred against his skin. "Is that really how you see me?"
"Of course." He threaded his fingers through her copper hair, still darker from the dampness that clung to her locks. "You have always been the most beautiful creature I've ever seen. My human eyes may have missed a lot, but one thing that didn't change once I was like this was how I saw you."
"You love me." Edythe sounded like she was in awe.
"Well I did marry you, so I sure hope you knew that before."
"I did, I do, but now I can see how you see me. And you really do love me." Her voice was rich with emotion, her perfect face vulnerable.
"I do," he answered simply, hugging her to his body as they lay on the floor together. "Always and forever, remember?"
"And now I know you meant it. Even before. You loved me so much, Beau. I don't know how it was possible." She curled into him, sighing. "I didn't think you could have loved me as much then as I did, but somehow..."
Beau kiss the top of her head. "It was because it was you. You inspired feelings in me that I couldn't explain, feelings that were too vast for me to fully grasp until I was like you."
"Thank you for sharing your mind with me."
"You're welcome."
"Again?" she asked meekly after a pause.
"Someone is getting greedy now."
"It's my wedding gift," she reminded him. "I'm allowed to be greedy about this. Please show me?"
Like he could deny her anything.
He opened up his mind again, finding it easier with practice; eventually he would be able to do it with ease, he figured, like turning a light switch on and off.
Beau showed Edythe herself as she walked down the aisle on Earnest's arm, how she looked when she was frustrated trying to read his mind and failing, how she tasted when they kissed, the way they fit together when she pressed her body as close to his as possible, the curves of her form that captivated him so, the enticing sounds she made as she climaxed, how she felt inside when they were making love...
He was the one who got distracted this time, caught up in his own desires for Edythe, unable to remember how amazing it felt to be joined with her and not want her in real time.
Beau flipped their bodies until he hovered over Edythe who looked dazed after seeing for herself the intensity in which he desired her. He unbuttoned the shirt from her form, exposing her unblemished skin. His hands brushed along her flesh reverently, ghosting over her supple breasts and smooth stomach, her rounded hips and soft thighs. She sighed into his touch, electrified with each caress.
He slid the waistband of his sweatpants down, freeing himself and connecting with her warm folds. She welcomed him, kissing him across his face as he moved leisurely against her.
They made love on the floor there continuously, taking their time so they might share their bodies and their love. Bound together, they explored each other inside and out, learned what made each other moan, sigh, and shriek. They found new ways to please each other pressed up against the hardwood floors, on top of the piano, against the paneled walls - simply marveling at all the ways they could join as one. It was something they could go on forever rediscovering.
Beau took extra time to observe her as she writhed in pleasure, intending to share his view with her now that he knew he could. He wanted her to see herself the way he did so she might grasp the depths of his feelings for her more fully. They were constantly evolving, growing for her even when he thought he couldn't possibly love her more than he already did.
She felt the same, amazed by the way he made her feel alive. So happy she couldn't contain herself. Edythe thought she might burst from the boundless love she carried for him. It was almost frightening how devoutly he had transformed her; could it really have been only four months ago that she had been living in such a bland world without knowing he existed? So sure she was content in her solitude, not knowing the fateful encounter in store for her? It seemed laughable that there had existed a time when she didn't love Beau. Or was it simply sad?
Before he had entered her world, it had all been so dark, a night without clouds or stars. Occasionally she could see the brightness of a single star or planet, but it wasn't enough to distract her from the prevailing blackness that shrouded her. And then he appeared, a comet crashing through everything she thought she knew, setting everything ablaze. She was blinded by his very presence, shook to her core. Now there was only light, guiding her every way she looked. He made her night into brilliant day, gave her a whole world to see. And she knew she would revel in that until the world crashed down around them.
Author's note: I love drawing parallels between the originals and these genderbent characters - you might recognize Edythe's soliloquy at the end as an echo of Edward's from New Moon. :)
