A/N I don't own Twilight
Thanks to Sherry, for everything and the rest.
- Bella -
Yes, I said yes, I said yes. Mine forever, you asked me to be yours but you're mine. I said yes. So nervous I saw, your eyes so tense in your worry. As if I could refuse. To be yours, with you, forever. Asked in such a perfect way. I will marry you, and be your wife. As long as we both shall live.
I like the sound of that.
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I don't notice anything but you, your eyes, your brows, your lips, your smile. A box with a ring, so pretty, so delicate. Deceiving in its simplicity. A diamond, two sapphires. Blue, you say, because blue looks good on me. I reach out my hand, it's trembling until you grasp it in yours, warm and secure. So safe, so overwhelmingly safe. You put the ring on my finger.
A perfect fit.
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Around us, people applaud. I blush, I had forgotten we were not alone. But we are not alone. Still, your smile is for me alone and when you come up your lips meet mine, warm and soft. My arms around your neck, the weight of the new ring comfortingly on my hand. A token; I'm taken.
Look how far we have come.
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Take me home, I need you so badly. A maniacal ride, but you get us there. Grinning widely, proud like a child but different. "You said yes." Pulling me inside, you push me against the door before it is fully closed. No patience for slow, we want it all, now. Your hands in my hair, your lips at my neck. "You said yes."
"Yes."
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Clothes disappear, a trail toward the bedroom. Stumbling, you catch me and we fall on the bed together. Questions linger at the back of my mind but you kiss me into oblivion and there is nothing I can do but surrender. And I always happily surrender. To you.
Always to you.
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Your hands on my skin, you linger when you reach my ring and kiss it, lovingly. Your eyes as shiny as the stones, your grin so victorious I want to kiss you. You whisper phrases in my ear, not dirty this time, but random variations of the words love, wife, forever and mine.
Mine.
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Our lovemaking unexpectedly sweet after starting to roughly. Your hips resting in the cradle of my thighs, I embrace you with my body, my heart, my soul. Your chest warm on my skin, your lips at my ear, whispering, nipping, mine, mine, mine. Hands on my hair, on my breasts, on my waist. Have all of me, because I am yours completely.
Forever.
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My nails on your back, you shudder before you still in your release. I see you face and know again I will never stop watching you. So beautiful, vulnerable almost in your pleasure. More, give me more. Again, perhaps, if you can? I cup you gently, and you stir, You're up for more.
Yes.
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Afterwards, we laze in each other's arms. Your fingertips caress every inch you can reach. Stretching, my eyes fall on my new ring. I hold it out, let it catch the light. You sigh, happily, and crawl closer against me. "You like that, don't you?" It's so obvious it's sweet. You stare at my hand, not at all defending.
"I do."
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A catnap. More lovemaking, because we can. Using the night, just the two of us. Skipping classes the next day, indulging for once, choosing us, not our future. More cuddles, caresses. I jokingly say I need new clothes to match the ring. You smile, proud, happy. Nothing can ruffle you because I said yes.
We'll marry.
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Out of our bubble, time to call people. My mother first, my dad follows next. When he says he knew, you meet my eyes warily. You asked him permission, asked for my hand. So deliciously old-fashioned, who knew I could love you more? But apparently it's possible.
To love you more.
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Your parents knew too, and they promise to pay. Spluttering to object to such a gift, you kiss me into silence. "Please." You don't want to wait until after graduation, and come to think of it, neither do I. Worries about money gone, we focus on the fun stuff. We set a date, a Friday in August.
Our wedding day.
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Our friends are told on the go. Not all are surprised, and most are happy. Some would have hoped differently, I can see it in their eyes - green with envy. I shrug it away. So what, we are young and no, I'm not knocked up. You support me completely and through it all we find that we truly belong together.
We are 'us.'
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So far away still, yet every day closer. You wake every morning with a smile on your face and a glimmer in your eye. Kiss my temple and then my lips as your warm arms wrap around my waist. I cuddle against you and won't open my eyes, not a morning person and enjoying our embrace too much.
Hmmmm.
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Of course it's not red roses every day, but just the one can be enough. We make time for each other, our Sunday mornings sacred still. Carefully, the planning begins. We disagree, but compromise. On one thing though I won't give in. You plead and seduce, to try and persuade me. I won't budge however, not on this.
I want a simple dress.
