Disclaimer: I can dream all I want, but Twilight and New Moon don't belong to me. They belong to Stephenie Meyer.
A/N: So, you probably totally knew it was only Edward in Bella's room. But, I had to do it. It was just kinda...funny, in a warped little way for me. Maybe it's just because I do that whole paranoia thing to myself all the time and thought it was funny that it was happening to someone else this time. Anyways, on with the story already!
I awoke to the feeling of cold, firm lips on my neck and a distant pounding ache in my head. I suddenly remembered everything that Laurent had said on that day long ago, his eyes burning with thirst. My eyes flew open: my heart began racing before I even registered the color of the hair in front of me.
"Edward," I whispered, relief flooding through me. He lifted his face to mine, gazing at me through half-lidded eyes. Those long, luxuriously thick lashes obscured his expression, but I thought he looked beautifully serene, and slightly amused.
"What in the world is wrong with you?" he said softly, his deep voice throbbing teasingly. A feeling of ease washed through me: he made me melt like butter. "It's not like I've not been in your room waiting for you every night," he continued, kissing my face softly. It was suddenly very hard for me to remember anything before this moment.
"It's just that… I was thinking about Victoria, and I heard… it was just a noise in my room, and you never make any noise, and it… well, it scared me," I muttered, a little accusingly. It was his fault.
He chuckled, a sound that nearly made me forgive him in that instant. It was so hard to be mad at him, when he was so perfectly…. There wasn't even a word for it. My love for him engulfed my whole life, all of my being. There wasn't a piece of me not connected to him in some way.
"I wasn't aware that you had released your radio from its confinement in your closet," he said, eyebrows raised just a little, "and I was not expecting it to be underneath your window. I'm relatively sure no damage was done, though. You seem to be rubbing off on me, because I nearly tripped over it."
I couldn't help but giggle at the very idea. Edward, graceful, perfect Edward, nearly tripping. I was sure it was quite a blow to his pride: he was so used to being infallible.
His look was severe. I couldn't help it: I laughed softly, breathlessly.
I kissed him lightly, on the corner of the mouth. He turned his head to mine and pressed his lips flush against mine.
I closed my eyes as the fire of his love chased through me: If he wasn't careful, I was going to faint again.