A/N: SOOOOOO….I'm not that good at writing fluff, because I usually write angst and more angst…but I'm going to give this a shot…and I don't know how to write lemons, because I'm a virgin, but I'll try :D
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CH.4
I don't know how it is that it can really be this easy. I am standing here, broken and hoping, waiting for my Edward. My Edward? Can I be that hopeful? Does he really, truly still love me? I stand in our meadow, waiting for him.
"Hello."
I turn around and there he is, as beautiful as ever, still my gorgeous Greek god. I can't help but smile. I lean towards his pale lips and kiss him. It feels like both of our bodies have burst into flames all over again.
"Do you still love me?" I ask.
"Of course I love you, silly Bella," Edward says. Well. I hope he is telling the truth. But why would he lie?
"mkay," I say, and lean in and kiss him again. He kisses me back.
He pulls away. I can feel guilt radiating off his forehead. I want to reassure him that I will always love him no matter what. I concentrate on that…I concentrate on opening my thoughts to him, and then he hears me.
"Did you…did I…just hear your thoughts?" Edward asks me, amazed.
I simply nod. "That's one of my powers. I'm a shield, but also, if I concentrate hard enough, I can make small temporary holes in my shield to let others in."
Edward smiles. "I love you," he whispers.
"I love you too," I whisper back.
Passion's fiery wings reawaken in both of our dangerous eyes. I smile and raise my eyes. I grin, and Edward grins back. I am the wild one; I pounce on Edward and land on top of him. I kiss him and he kisses me back. Edward reaches for my shirt and starts to take it off; I let him. Our bodies collide with such a ferocity that shakes the earth. Dirt flies around us, but neither one of us care. Edward unstraps my braw while I take his jeans off. Our skin, touching like this, it is as if it is the only way our skin is ever meant to be. It connects, and we are one.
A/N: um, okay, I can't write this. Moving on…
And then we know, that beyond this there is so much more. I know Edward doesn't believe that we have souls, but how can we not? How can such a beautiful angel like Edward not have a soul? We put our clothes back on and run almost at the speed of light, racing each other, our competiveness sparking fiery flames that tell us that we are bound for an eternity.
How could he have ever left me? The intensity of how right we are for each other echoes throughout my veins. If he ever left me again, I think I would die from the pain. I forgave him, because it was within my rights to forgive him, and now I have the right to be happy again, because Edward is happy again.
I could stay like this forever, running with Edward, never returning to civilization, but I have duties that I must fulfill; I cannot believe that God put me on this Earth for nothing. I can make a change, anonymously. I will go on writing novels under a pen name, and maybe I will start playing the superhero. Hidden in the shadows, lurking where no one sees. No need for a costume, because no one will ever know. Nothing glamorous, nothing like batman or superman or catwoman; just a ghost; just a ghost that interferes with fate every now and then when she is not writing stories or making love with her soul mate.
And oh yeah. One other ultimate goal: convince Edward that he has a soul.
To Be Continued…