This is just a bit of meaningless fluff. Not my favorite, but whatever. Enjoy. :)
Characters/Pairings: Bella/Edward
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Dance With Me
"Dance with me, Isabella."
They are lying on his bed, calm, quiet, listening to delicate classical music on his stereo. His arms are around her as she takes in the sound of the piano, a sound she has come to love. No piano player could ever compare to him, of course, but it reminds her of him, and that's enough. She feels safe.
She is surprised at the question. "No," she says immediately. "You know I can't dance..."
"You don't have to do anything," he contradicts. "Dance with me, please?" His velvet and honey voice is pleading, whispering in her ear, cool breath across her face.
She has forgotten how to speak, let alone tell him no.
He sees her eyes give in and leans over to pick her up. He places her gently on the floor, his arms tightly around her, face in her hair. She leans into his chest, closes her eyes.
So this is why Alice made me wear this ridiculous thing. She has on a pale blue nightgown with a full skirt. She was never partial to nightgowns; they seemed rather impractical for sleeping.
But now, it seems sort of perfect. The moonlight shines through the window on them, the only light in this dark room.
She thinks of nothing but him as he whirls her round and round.