So, I haven't written good ol' Bella/Edward fluff in a long time. :)
Character/Pairing: Bella/Edward
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Everywhere
I'll speak a little louder
I'll even shout
You know that I'm proud
And I can't get the words out
Oh, I wanna be with you everywhere.
-Everywhere, Fleetwood Mac
He's left her alone this morning for a little bit, enough time for her to get dressed and eat, before they go to the meadow.
He rushes home, the car practically flying, and changes his clothes at the speed of light. He pulls on jeans, the navy shirt she says is her favorite.
"You can leave her alone for more than five minutes, you know." Emmett rolls his eyes in the doorway. "Why do you need to be with her all the time?"
Edward simply shrugs and brushes past him. He can't answer that question, because he really doesn't know. He just knows that he can't be away from her. He feels sort of silly, but the only thing he can think of is that she's like the nucleus of a noble gas atom, helium maybe, and he's the surrounding two electrons being pulled in toward it. He doesn't want to be given up, he doesn't want to bond with another atom. They're stable.
She flies outside before he can knock on the door, throws her arms around him.
He can't stop breathing in her scent, the florals, the vanilla, and he doesn't even care that his throat is on fire because it's Bella.
So they go to the meadow, lay in the grass. Whispering to each other, sometimes not even talking. Just holding hands.
His lips are in her hair, they move down to her ear, her cheek her lips. She breathes softly, tiny little breaths.
When he pulls away, she sighs. Her eyes are shifting, like she wants to say something, but she's nervous.
"What?" he prods gently.
"Do you... do you really love me?" she finally asks, biting her lip.
He stares at her, astonished. "Of course I do."
She looks unconvinced.
He stands up. "Do you want me to yell it?"
Her eyes widen, as if the thought of him yelling anything is alarming.
But he springs upward. And stands in the middle of the field, arms spread why. "I, EDWARD CULLEN, LOVE ISABELLA MARIE SWAN WITH MY ENTIRE EXISTANCE!" It echoes through the trees, squawking birds fly away in groups. And he walks back to her and puts his arms around her.
"Do you believe me now?"
She smiles. "Yes." And their lips meet.
Finally he pulls away and tells her his chemistry theory about how they're like an atom. She bites her lip, barely stifling her giggles, but they burst forward, a noise like bells.
But she nods slowly. "Yup. That... fits."
"I don't know what I'm going to do when you graduate, and you move on to better things," he tells her softly.
She laughs.
"I'll always want to be with you, silly."
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That was really random, but I quite liked it. :)
Haha, chemistry metaphors are my favorite.