The Truth of Words

"I've never had anyone tell me that before," Bella said, her voice a whisper as she looked up into his eyes. They both lay on the couch, bodies wrapped tightly together, as soft music played in the background and a fire flickered in the fireplace. Their half drunk glasses of wine forgotten on the marble table beside them.

"I find it hard to believe no one has told you how beautiful you are," Edward replied, punctuating his words with a soft brush of her cheek. Bella blushed

"No, I mean, they have...but not the way you say it."

"Ah, the Italian seems to have some affect on you, I think..." Edward teased, making Bella blush even deeper.

"Yes, the Italian is...intoxicating...erotic...but its more than that."

"What do you mean, beautiful." He traced her hairline, stopping at her mouth to run the pad of his thumb over the plump skin.

"That," she said, smiling softly. "They way you just say it so casually...like it's part of my being...and not like your saying it to...well, get into my pants or something."

Edward's eyebrow rose. "Get you in your pants?" He his tone sounded confused, but Bella knew he understood the American saying. He wasn't that foreign.

"You know what I mean," she giggled, nudging him a bit with her shoulder. He smiled.

"Well I say it because it is one hundred percent the truth. The Holy Spirit predicted your beauty and interceded so that your parents would name you Bella. See? Preordained..."

Bella laughed outright. "My full name is Isabella...I don't think my beauty was preordained..."

"You underestimate the power of God being a male being," Edward stated as a matter of fact, garnering Bella's attention.

"What do you mean?"

"There are certain creatures he's placed on this earth, all for a specific purpose, no matter how minute. Some are born with an innate desire to fulfill their given tasks, like bees or ants. Some fall into their roles, like a singer or an actor or even a priest..."

"...or a man honing a well skilled seduction..." Bella countered, earning a wink from her own private Casonova.

"You, my beautiful Bella, were made for men to look at and admire...but more so, for me to worship and cherish."

Bella's heart fluttered inside her chest at his words.

"Now you're talking words that have a little bit more longevity to them than I'm used to."

"Does that bother you?"

"No," she answered automatically, and funny enough, she found her response to be true. "I kind of like you talking like that...and the beauty talk is really earning you brownie points."

"Well, I'm not a big fan of chocolate but if brownie points gets me into...how'd you say it?...into your pants...I'm good with it."

Bella laughed, a full on belly, throw your head back kind of chortle, and Edward beamed back at her with desire and happiness in his eyes.

"You're so funny," Bella replied after she settled a bit. "I forget how little you know of our American sayings."

"There's one thing you said earlier I want to retouch on," he whispered, bringing his lips to her neck, causing a shiver of pleasure to creep up her body.

"You said something about me speaking in Italian is erotic..."

AN: Sorry, this is not beta'd. Just some writing excersizes for the ol' mind.

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