I gave myself exactly 10 minutes and a limit of exactly 500 words to write a one shot that has to do with Edward's wedding vows. Here's what I got... I own a horse, a car, and a laptop. That's it.
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Emmett and Edward sat side by side on the floor of Emmett and Rosalie's room, perched in front of the TV. Both boys had controllers in hand, yet only one was actually focused on the game. Emmett was furiously tapping the buttons like it was going to save his life and a distracted Edward just carelessly moved his player around. Emmett got another easy shot on Edward and was growing frustrated.
"Hey Sex Ed, can you at least try? It's boring when you aren't even paying attention." Emmett huffed at Edward while keeping his eyes peeled on the plasma screen. Edward rolled his eyes and gave Emmett an elbow in the ribs.
"How many times have I asked you not to call me that? It's just a game, Emmett." With that, Emmett hit pause and put his controller down on the ground, staring open-mouthed at Edward, raising his eyebrows at.
"Just a game, Edward? What the hell is the matter with you? Are you sick? Can vampires even get sick? We can't, right?" As Emmett racked his brain for the answer, Edward just rolled his eyes. He stared at the ground for a minute while Emmett pondered, before interrupting the thoughtful bear at his side.
"How did you know what to write in your vows? I mean, obviously you told Rosalie you loved her before you even proposed. What did you put in your vows that you hadn't already told her?" Edward, embarrassed at the question, looked around the room and avoided Emmett's eyes, ready for a punch in the shoulder and humiliating remarks. Much to Edward's surprise, Emmett didn't answer right away. After a moment, Emmett had gathered his thoughts.
"I basically just explained to her what it feels like to love her. I mean, she knew why, so I just explained what it feels like when I look at her. I told her how even though I'm dead she makes me feel like I have a heartbeat. I'm cold but when she walks into the room I feel like I'm in a sauna. When we aren't together I can't breathe right, like there's a boulder on my chest and it won't go away until I touch her." Edward was dumbfounded by Emmett's words and sat open-mouthed. Had Emmett really thought of all that? Who knew Emmett was so articulate? Emmett shrugged and then smirked, recalling their wedding night.
"But then I pissed her off the second we got into the limo because I told her that when we first started going out I picked fights with her just to have makeup sex." Edward shook his head. Emmett had been thinking about sex, shocker. Not taking his eyes off of the television, Emmett continued his little lecture with a smirk.
"Don't worry, I'm Not Ready Eddie, it'll come to you." With that, Emmet was sent flying across the room.