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Distractions

Summary:


Edward and Bella's love will last forever. No matter what he's done. Even when there is one last secret. She'll still love him when it comes to light. Right? Image Hosted by ImageShack.us IRIS MADE THE BANNER. SHE IS THE BEST IN THE WORLD!!


Notes:
Self-insertion. Just so you know. Edward/Bella, though. Read and review! I have eight chapters written, but I'm overscheduled and easily distracted, so you'll have to bear with me. Thanks to my beta, Katherine!


14. Tender Touches

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Edward leads me to our, OUR, bedroom with a hand on my shoulder. He is grinning the whole way. It is the smile he seems to reserve for our meadow, or for times like these. When he is so happy, it is truly infectious. My smile is not mine, it is just a reflection of his.

He opens the door, and I see the big useless bed. Well, maybe not so useless anymore.

Of course, I blush at my own sort-of risqué thought. Edward has to ask, “What are you thinking, my beautiful wife?”

I like that. His wife. I thought I would hate being married. And it seems too old to be me, but I like it. I belong to Edward, in a way just as real as if he had already bitten me. “I was just thinking about how that bed’s going to finally be good for something.”

He chuckles quietly at that. “I hope so, Bella. I hope so.”

Was that Edward making a lewd joke? Wonders will never cease.

“I love you.”

He smiles, but then his face is suddenly serious. “Bella, wait.”

“Of course.”

“What?” he seems genuinely confused.

“You can’t honestly believe I didn’t know this was coming. I know you pretty dang well. You’re going to give me some kind of lecture about, oh, what a monster you are, and am I completely sure, and so on. Nothing I say will shut you up, so just get it over with. I’m kind of looking forward to this.”

There is a brief shocked silence, as there always is after my brief petulant fits- usually I take out my anger on anyone but Edward. Then he laughs. “All right, you have me pegged, dearest one. Please, however, allow me to make my case.”

“I thought you wanted this.” I feel myself crumble a little.

“I do, love. I do. But I want to make you happy much more. I will do anything for that. I think you don’t understand what this is… Bella, once you give it up, there’s no going back.”

“Edward. In my world, having sex isn’t such a big thing. It isn’t like you knew when a child. Really, things have changed.”

“I don’t like those changes. Bella, I don’t want you to regret choosing me.”

“I don’t, I never do. Never will.”

He gave up with a sigh. Strange, he was usually so obstinate- then again, he is a seventeen year old boy.

Wonder he’s lasted this long, really.

He touches my face softly to signify surrender, and I grin. He sighs and bends forward to kiss me. My heart stops.

“We haven’t even started, and you’re already almost passing out? Maybe you were right about the combustion…” he teases.

I am in no mood for jokes. I tug at his tie, unbutton his shirt…

His hands are so gentle as they move down my back. I look at his glorious beauty and can’t believe it is really mine forever.

He is a little too careful, but I don’t mind- he wouldn’t be Edward if he was any different. And then he pulls the dress off- my wedding night has begun.

His hair shines in the moonlight just before I drift, exhausted, to sleep.

I awake early the next morning to the sound of screams.