Edward is so bad in this one. Just a bit of fluff. Or more of it, actually. And happily still more to come!
BPOV
I pressed the front of my body up against a hard wall as I stretched, eyes closed, still basically asleep. It felt good, the cool wall, because the room was a little warm for my taste. I felt thin fabric over the wall and buried my nose in it. When I breathed in, I found it smelt a little sweet and a lot seductive for some reason, and pressed myself closer before going completely back to sleep. Before I did go back to sleep, though, a low, sweet, purring sound came from the wall. Then I slipped back into unconsciousness.
When I awoke again, it was a little more fully and I was facing the other direction with the cool wall behind my back. Something that was soft and hard at the same time pressed against my ear.
"Are you really awake this time?" a silky voice asked quietly, making me shiver.
Edward.
Wait a minute.
Edward? Uh-uh, not happening. Stupid, over-productive imagination.
"I can't be," I muttered, answering the question and pressing my face into the pillow.
"Oh? And why, exactly, is that?" the voice asked, but still in a whisper.
"You aren't here," I stated, covering my head with an arm.
A cold vise grasped my wrist and pulled my arm gently away.
"I'm not?" the voice asked amusedly. It sounded like he would have been smirking.
"No, of course not," I said irritably. "All logic says you aren't."
"Mmm-hmm."
"Ugh. I can't believe this. And he thinks he doesn't get in my head…," I muttered darkly.
"I get in your head?" the voice said, sounding flattered, but amused all the same.
I sighed exasperatedly. "Not you. Edward."
"I am Edward, Bella," the voice murmured.
"Uh, no, you aren't. Shut-up now, please," I said. "I don't need this right now."
There was complete silence for a moment and the voice disappeared finally. I relaxed and sighed in relief.
"Why don't you believe me?" the same silky voice asked me curiously.
"Damn it! Why don't you just go and…and…" I had opened my eyes and sat up to find Edward lying beside me, eyebrows raised. "Oh!"
The blush on my face had to be some sort of record breaker. Not to mention the fact that I also nearly fell off of the end of the bed. Edward, although now laughing, managed to catch me before I did just that. Fall, I mean.
I felt my lower lip trembling. Life was unfair. I yanked free of his grasp and ran for the bathroom. I locked the door and fell to the floor dramatically. I felt a few tears stream down my cheeks, the products of embarrassment.
And then I remembered last night. Nice.
I heard a knock on the door. The door to the hall, though. I wiped my eyes and opened the door. Edward had hidden himself somewhere already, of course. I made my way to the door and opened it.
"Need something?" I asked, pretending I had been asleep.
"Just checking on you. I was going by and I heard a noise," Charlie said. "I'm sorry."
"It's okay, Dad," I said, yawning.
"Well, if everything is alright here, I'd better go," he said with a smile. "See you later, Bells."
"Bye, Dad," I said and shut the door behind him as he left.
"I'm sorry I embarrassed you," Edward murmured, low and silkily from behind me, making me jump a little.
I turned to face him. "It's fine. I'm an idiot."
"No, I probably should have let you wake up more before I even said anything," he argued reasonably.
"Whatever," I said irritably.
"It was amusing, though," he said, grinning. "What were you going to tell me to do?"
I blushed. "Nothing."
"Uh-huh," he said, grin now a smirk, "I'm sure."
"Shut-up."
He smiled at me crookedly. It was soft and repentant. "I really am sorry." His eyes were smoldering liquid gold, and pleading forgiveness.
I ran to him and jumped into his arms, kissing him. I didn't care if I should be upset with him anymore. He was really here, and I was happy. He wouldn't leave me for a week. Hopefully that meant he would stay with me forever now.
His surprise was evident. He had caught me, but it took a moment for him to figure out what my lips were doing to his. He complied with my demands immediately, none the less.
He did fall backwards onto the couch, though, which I couldn't help but giggle a little over. Vampires don't trip very often unless another vampire trips them. He did that without much help. Well, besides me jumping onto him and kissing him with all my pent up passion.
I couldn't help but wonder if he could feel my heart beating a cadence against where his should be doing the same. Something told me he could because that's where he placed his hand. Right over my heart, that is. And not even to push me off of him. Just to feel my rapid heart beating against him. I had stopped kissing him so feverishly to watch him. His eyes were closed and he looked peaceful, like a sleeping angel. He didn't breath, didn't move, and so I did my best to do the same for him. Strangely, although it might not have seemed like it with anyone but him, the position was innocent. All we were doing was feeling and listening to the cadence my heart played for him.
He opened his eyes and kissed me again and I met him with a more contained portion of the passion from earlier. Or at least I hoped it was more contained.
He chuckled and pulled away this time, having been ready for my assault. Evidentially I had been wrong and it was just as and or more passionate than last time.
I glared at him and he raised an eyebrow.
What did I look like to him, a harmless, evil little kitten from the underworld or something?
If he was the lion, I was the lioness.
I smiled at this thought and he frowned, his brow furrowing.
"What are you thinking?" he asked.
"You're very cute when you're confused?" I said, half asking.
"Before that," he said, though his lips twitched upward.
"I was thinking that…well, if you are the lion, I am the lioness," I said. "It's only fair."
"Lioness, huh?" he said, a touch of amusement in his eyes.
"Yes," I said, beginning to regret saying anything.
"I think I like that," he murmured.
"Really?" I cocked my head to the side, surprised by this.
"Yes, really," he said impishly. His hands rubbed up and my sides. "You are my very small, very short-tempered lioness."
"Humph." I stared at a small crease in the couch dejectedly. Maybe he wasn't taking me seriously.
"And absolutely precious when you pout like that," he muttered, eyeing my mouth with a look of unease.
I just glared harder at the crease.
"Why must you do this to me?" he asked before pressing his lips to mine, taking my lower lip between his carefully and sucked on it gently. His tongue ran over it once before he leaned his head back onto the arm rest of the couch again. He raised a hand to his face and placed it over his eyes, groaning.
My heart was racing furiously and my thoughts were staggered from his unexpected act of tenderness.
His hand slipped down a little and he looked at me, his index finger between his eyes and his other fingers spread over his face.
He looked like a little boy who had been caught with his hand in the cookie jar and twice as adorable.
"Are you okay?" he asked me, hand still in place and muffling his voice slightly.
I nodded, still watching him.
"What?" he asked because of my continuous staring.
"Do you promise not to laugh too much?" I asked.
"Sure," he said.
"You look like a little boy who's been caught with his hand in the cookie jar, but twice as adorable," I said.
"Mmm," he murmured, choosing not to speak.
I leaned down so that my face was level with his and pressed my lips to his knuckles, then trailed kisses slowly to his wrist. I raised an eyebrow at him and he looked bemused. I kissed his skin there for several minutes and then bit down on his wrist.
"Bella!"
"Just because you won't bite me doesn't mean I can't bite you," I said.
"I…I…what?" he said confusedly, eyes wide.
I win.
Poor Edward. So confused, dazed and unable to speak, lol.
