post-eclipse drabble. the meadow at night. maybe a little OOC. fluff
The Starlit Meadow
We were in his Volvo, cruising at an easy eighty miles per hour. I'd learned never to look at the speedometer whenever he was driving. He kept one hand on the wheel while he held mine with his other. We were content with the silence as what I considered our song, Debussy, filled the car. He stopped at a end I knew well.
We stepped out onto the pavement and met in front of his shiny vehicle. He hugged me to him for a moment that was all to short before gently swinging me onto his back. It was so natural now.
He began to run, and the crisp night air felt good on my face, and no frightening images ed behind my closed eyelids. Like the brief hug we shared, the run was over much too soon. He set me down carefully and grasped my hand. I pulled his hand away from mine and moved it to my waist. Then I wrapped my arms around his waist. Given the opportunity, he hugged me closer. I looked out across the meadow. It was gorgeous, as always, but the shadows that were cast in the dark made the place more mysterious, more magical.
Before I knew it, Edward was on the ground.
"What the hell are you d-" He pulled me down onto his lap before I could finish my sentence. When our laughter finally died down, he held me captive with his hypnotizing eyes. They were a dangerous black. He was so reluctant to leave me now. I knew he was suppressing his instincts as he leaned in and kissed me. I was glad I was already in his arms, otherwise I would have collapsed. He pulled away with a smile and said, "The stars deserved to be looked at tonight."
Before I could decipher what he meant – though tit was a quite simple statement – he slid me off his lap and onto the grass beside him. His arms were still around me as he lay down by my side and pulled me closer to him. It was a very rare night for Forks. No rain, not freezing, clear sky.
We lay on the grass, watching the stars twinkle. And I was content. I was getting married, - I could now say the word without gagging or making a face – he was turning me himself, and we were going to try, after the wedding. And I was with him. Now and forever. That was all I ever wanted. I was truly happy.