Author's Note: I laugh every time the image of Edward in tights below a balcony saying, "She speak! Oh speak again bright angel."
Someone asked me about my note for the last chap. I meant to remind you that the first chap of NEW MOON is released…today on Ms. Meyer's website. It's early yes I know. And about me already reading NEW MOON, I already got a advanced copy and already read it more than once.
Disclaimer: I so don't own Twilight.
The Game
Edward was already sitting in his seat when I walked in to fifth period. The objective on the board told us that we were to rehearse the party scene today with costumes. Oh, this shall be interesting. I went over and sank into my seat next to him quietly.
"I'm glad you decided to come back to school, Miss Swan. I thought we had to recast a lead role for a while there," the teacher said as he caught sight of me. I forced a smile at him before turning to face the front again.
The bell rang and the teacher slowly made his way to the front of the room. The class shuffled around to find their costumes and going into the back rooms to change into them. I got up to find my own assuming that's what I was supposed to. When I got back up on my feet, Edward had already placed my costume onto my desk.
"Thanks," I muttered disapprovingly and he nodded. I went towards the door of the girl's dressing room.
Most of the girls were done dressing and were retouching there eight layers of make-up and furiously working a brush through their hair. I rolled my eyes and went into one of the stalls to change.
The dress for this scene was heavy and a bit uncomfortable. The fabric was rough and the sleeves smelled weird. I readjusted what I could and placed the weird looking shoes on my feet carefully and stepped out. I glanced at myself in the mirror before coming back out to the classroom. I looked reasonably okay considering this dress seemed to be made in the dark. I pulled my hair out from under the neck of the dress and returned it to its usual flow down my back.
I almost collapsed with laughter when I saw Edward. The tights clung to his muscular leg and looked awful uncomfortable. The costume looked awkward on him and he had the biggest frown on his face. He growled lowly so that only I could hear in an effort to stop my laughter. I only laughed harder as I walked to my seat with the sides of the dress held up with my hands.
"You don't look that wonderful yourself, you know?" He muttered. I glared at him stopping my laughter.
"Don't even start with me," I warned. He continued to frown but didn't comment anymore on my ridiculous dress.
"Everyone on stage!" The teacher ordered holding the door leading to the stage. I got up and made sure the dress was out of my feet before following the others out to the stage. Edward trailed after me muttering complaints and saying how historically inaccurate this is. "Action!"
I sat myself backstage bored to death at the usual reciting of lines with no inflections. We had week until show time and some people still continued to trip over their lines as if it's the first read through. Edward's lines flowed through him like he's been using the language all of his life. When it was my turn to make an appearance on stage, I got up and moved swiftly to my position.
The music picked for this scene was absolutely horrific. The movements were almost like those of a square dance. The guys that were picked for my partner had a grin on their face the whole time but Edward just looked plain angry. I didn't really have any lines before the little pilgrim moment so I was able to rerun my lines in my mind in my free moments to make sure I knew them.
Right on que, I made my way over to the spot on stage in time for Edward to grab my hand and say his lines.
If
I profane with my unworthiest hand
This holy shrine, the gentle
fine is this:
My lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand
To
smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss
He seemed to be amused that I was even letting him touch me without any pain. I pretended to look him over for a moment before smiling.
Good
pilgrim, you do wrong your hand too much,
Which mannerly devotion
shows in this;
For saints have hands that pilgrims' hands do
touch,
And palm to palm is holy palmers' kiss.
I was having a bit of fun with my lines and batting my eyelashes at him. She seemed to be a bit lost for a moment too long and looked at me with a puzzled look. I smiled triumphantly. This was too much fun.
Have not saints lips, and holy palmers too?
Something about his tone told me he was up to something. I didn't like the look he was giving me one bit. I practically uttered my next line.
Ay, pilgrim, lips that they must use in prayer.
O,
then, dear saint, let lips do what hands do;
They pray, grant
thou, lest faith turn to despair.
I narrowed my eyes, not sure if I should continue and find out exactly what he has planned. What choice do I have?
Saints do not move, though grant for prayers' sake.
I saw his eyes sparkle and he flashed his perfect teeth.
Then
move not, while my prayer's effect I take.
Thus from my lips, by
yours, my sin is purged.
He pulled me to him aggressively and met his lips to mine. I pushed my lips together just in case he was going to try anything. He wasn't planning to stick his tongue down my throat though. He moved his hand at vampire speed into the collar of my speed and unhooked my bra strap so quick I don't think anyone saw what he was doing. He grinned evilly when he pulled away from me. He balled the strap into his palm subtly and waited, satisfied, for me to say my line. I glared at him and hissed my line as gentle as I could make it sound.
Then have my lips the sin that they have took.
He was concealing his laughter but his eyes danced with satisfaction. I don't think I've ever been quite so angry at someone before.
Sin
from thy lips? O trespass sweetly urged!
Give me my sin again.
Once again he pressed his lips to mine, and before I could stop him, he unhooked the other strap. "Two can play at this game, Bella," he whispered swiftly in my ear as he pulled away. I groaned and pushed him off me subtly.
You kiss by the book.
I made sure my voice sounded alluring. Every guy including the teacher would've jumped off a cliff for me right now. It had half the effect on Edward. I winked at him before leaving the stage. I wasn't done yet. We will see who wins at this game.
Edward still had my bra straps balled up in his hands and I intended to get it back.
Author's Note: After all the very serious chaps, I decided to have a bit of fun. I hope it wasn't a total disaster for you.
