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And so the lion married the lamb...

Well, this is pretty much my version of Breaking Dawn. Thank-you to everyone who has already read this!=] Sorry I haven't written for awhile. I kinda have MAJOR writer's block. Feel free to send me some ideas though at fedup92@yahoo.com! This banner is made by the lovely IheartEdwardCullen.

I own none of the characters. They belong to Stephenie Meyer.

2. The aftermath

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As Edward placed me on the bed he had in his room I couldn’t help but feel self-conscious. I looked up in his face and there was an odd look, twisted between excitement and cautiousness. I didn’t want him to be too cautious, I wanted this human experience to be carefree and not have boundaries. I grabbed his chin and kissed him with as much passion as I thought possible. He seemed to decide which emotion won the fight because he was soon eagerly kissing me back with as much force as possible.

I melted my body closer against his which was very hard because of my dress but I still tried. He seemed to understand what I was trying to do because he then tried to push my dress out of the way, which was impossible.

He surprised me by laughing, “I’ll have to ‘thank’ Alice for picking the puffiest dress possible.”

I giggled to hide my nerves; his statement meant that clothing would be coming off soon. I grabbed at his tux jacket and started unbuttoning it quickly. He helped by pulling it off of his shoulders and then he was in his white button-up shirt and his pants. I greedily grabbed at the buttons on his shirt wanting to see his bare, marble chest. He grabbed my hands and put them at my side. I knew my face held a very confused look so he spoke, “It’s my turn.”

After he said this he lifted my upper body effortlessly and unzipped the back of my dress. I could feel the blush on my face darken when he brought the gown in the front taking it off of me as easy as possible without untangling our bodies. He pulled the dress down to my waist. His eyes became darker as he bent his face to mine to kiss me. I was left in the kiss while his lips moved to my neck. I kissed any part of him I could find: his neck, his ear, his cheek. He pulled himself up leaving space between us suddenly and looked away. I didn’t like that he was hiding his face.

“What’s wrong?” I asked him.

“Nothing I just need a minute to get my emotions in order.” After a few minutes he looked at me and smiled my favorite crooked smile. “I’m good.”

“Well, that’s good.”

He lifted himself off of me and tried pulling the rest of my dress off. I grabbed his wrists and said, “No. It’s my turn.” I saw my favorite smile while I unbuttoned his shirt. Then, his shirt was off and his bare chest was over top of me. I couldn’t breathe but I didn’t let that stop me. I grabbed his neck pulling him down to me, kissing him fervently and after a while I had to breathe so he settled for kissing my neck. He then pulled himself up and started pulling my dress off. I felt the cold breeze and then heard the soft thump as it hit the floor. I grabbed at Edward’s pants and unfastened the belt.

“Not yet.” He said. Then, he grabbed my waist and pulled me closer to him and then suddenly I was on top of him. I was kissing his lips, his neck, kissing his chest, nibbling his ears. I was just laying on him listening to his even breathing while he kissed my hair, and then he pulled me under him again. I was dazed until I remembered he still had his pants on. I reached down and took his belt out of his pants.

Then the moonlight shone through the wall of glass and I could see his face. It was twisted into a look I had seen in Italy, when he was being tortured by Jane, and the look that made him look like an actual vampire. I was confused until I figured out what was going on. Apparently, my blood was too tempting.

“I’m sorry. Here, let me move.” I said though I frowned at the thought.

“Not yet. It’s still tolerable.” I tried to rely on the fact that he loved me and didn’t want to kill me. Then, he was kissing my neck again. I greedily grabbed at his pants trying to get them off of him. Then, there was a pain I could have never imagined.

The last thing I felt were Edward’s teeth sinking into my skin.