I love this one, I think it's my favorite. Title is a direct quote from Twilight, from when they're going to play baseball. Cute fluff. :)
Disclaimer: Stephenie Meyer owns all.
Characters/Pairings: Bella/Edward
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You Smell So Good in the Rain
It's raining.
He opens the Volvo door, helps her out into the foggy morning air. He takes her hand immediately, and they begin the slow walk towards the front doors of the school building.
"Sorry I don't have an umbrella for you," he said apologetically, his eyes sliding to meet hers, checking her reaction.
"It's okay. I think I like the rain today," she says contentedly, squeezing his hand.
Everyone hurries around them across the parking lot, holding papers and books over their heads, trying to avoid the fat droplets that splash when they hit the ground, collecting in shallow pools on the pavement at their feet.
They're getting wet. Her clothes are soaked, heavy against her skin.
But she doesn't mind, and he's not about to question her. It's surprisingly humid for Forks, and the cold raindrops feel nice against her skin. Her hair is drenched, and so is his, but she kind of likes it, saturated with water. She reaches up and touches it, ruffling the bronze strands so that drips fly off, rolling down her arm.
He gazes at her, the crooked smile on his face sending her heart into a frenzy of staccato beats.
"What?" she asks self-consciously, smiling back at him. She is happy, albeit a little confused at his expression.
Suddenly she feels herself swept off her feet. His arms are around her waist as he pulls her petite frame up to his chest, holding her there tightly and crushing his lips to hers.
Time slows down. She forgets everything as he kisses her, standing there, rain falling down on the both of them. She kisses him back, shivering slightly from the cold rain, from his cold body.
In a minute he sets her down, takes her hand, and resumes walking. It takes a few seconds and several gentle tugs on her hand for her feet to remember how to move forward.
Several people near them have stopped rushing, are staring at them now, surprise clear on their faces.
"What was that?" she murmurs happily, biting her lip and looking at the ground, as he watches the familiar pink flush lighting her cheeks.
"You smell so good in the rain," he says simply.