Disclaimer : as much as I would like it, the characters and the stiry of the Twilight Saga does not belong to me, but Stephenie Meyer.
This is actually my first story. I'm more used in writing essays and short stories, so if you guys would leave some comments on how to improve it, it'd be great!!! Thanks!
Chapter 1 Morning
"Morning."
The morning sun crawled from its slumber, emitting its rays to every corner of the earth, and I watched in wonder as its rays lit up, yet again, both Edward and my skin. I traced the sparkling facets on Edward's skin, amused at the way the sparkles react at my touch. Edward let me continued for a moment, and caught my hand,
"We should be practising, you know? I can't wait to hear your voice already," there was a grin in his voice.
I sulked playfully, "Isn't this voice enough?"
Edward stroked my cheek. "You know what I mean." He moved his hand slowly to my back, trailing from the nape of my neck to the end of my spine. I sighed contentedly and put my hands on his face. "Well, I guess you deserve it."
Concentrating on the elastic that bounds both my being and my mind, I pushed it out; amazed by the lack of effort it took. It bounded away, and suddenly, Edward's cool, calm presence filled my mind. I felt him smile, and without missing a beat, he caught my body and pulled it to him. The shield recoiled dangerously, but frowning, I pushed it back again, focusing instead on the way Edward felt in my hands. You know, you're getting better. Maybe I'm being too easy on you. His voice rang in my mind.
Easy? I scoffed. Well, maybe you should try it, having to concentrate on something else when you are by my side.
Ah, but I have. He turned my back against him, and flashes of images flooded my mind, and the strong human blood taste—my human blood to him, la tua cantante, so distracting that I hissed and the shield rebounded back to where it was.
"That's not fair. You've had hundreds of years to work on your self control. I've had only months."
"Hundred," he corrected me, grinning, "Not hundreds."
I rolled my eyes. "Whatever." He pressed his mouth to me again, and as usual, my instinct kicked into place and we continued where we left off.
***
My eyes flew open when the footsteps got louder. Edward jerked his head to the direction of the door. "Shit." He cursed under his breath. I looked at him questioningly. "Renesmee."
My jaw dropped in horror. No. We dashed to the huge wardrobe together, and froze when the door to our room opened. We were too late.
Renesmee was standing in the doorway, grinning amusedly at us, a stuffed wolf in her hands.
TBC