My Idea for Breaking Dawn: The Ultimate War
The werewolves refuse to allow Bella to marry Edward and become a vampire. They are willing to do anything--ANYTHING--to stop that from happening. More barriers threaten to keep Bella and Edward from acquiring their ultimate happiness and they must once again fight for what they want--what they NEED.
25. Chapter 25: Perfection
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Once everything was completely straightened out, everyone left--leaving Edward and me alone.
I was sitting on his bed, my legs stretched out in front of me, my legs crossed, waiting for him to return after saying his good-byes to everyone else.
The door opened, he walked in, looking ashamed more than anything, but also somewhat nervous. He shut the door behind him, leaned against it, forced a smile, and said, "They're gone."
I swung my legs around, stood up, and approached him cautiously. I nodded, "And...you're okay?"
"Am I okay? Must I remind you that you were the one who was utterly insulted. It was my end of the deal that was ruined for you. I promised myself I wouldn't let anything hurt you ever again--I promised YOU that nothing could ever hurt you. I let you down. I've let myself down in the past; I'm used to that. If I get burned, that is fine; I deal with it. I can deal with me getting hurt. But, letting you down--letting you get hurt--I cannot deal with that. It's bad enough that Jacob is trying to kill my family, but now, I think he may want to kill you, too. And, I'm not going to let that happen."
He furrowed his eyebrows and hung his head ashamed, "If you don't want to--to do this, Bella, I completely understand. I can wait. I'll wait as long as you want; there is no pressure on you at all. I--"
I interrupted him by pulling myself up closer, and kissing him, deepening it by wrapping my arm around his neck and pulling his head down closer to my own, making it easier. My fingers were buried in his hair and his were hesitantly tracing up and down my arms as he reluctantly returned the kiss.
I finally pulled away and said, softly, biting my lip nervously, but trembling with anticipation and anxiety, "I love you. I refuse to let Jacob Black ruin our night. Jacob is nothing to me; you have to know that. I have wanted this; wanted you, wanted us, for so long. I'm tired of waiting. I'm ready. Now, the question is: are you?"
He simply stared at me, absorbing in my every word, every emotion, every breath, every beat of my heart, which was rapidly increasing, causing him to smile slightly. "Bella, I am more than ready. I have wanted this for longer than you could imagine."
I smiled and stood on tiptoe to kiss him, but he pushed me away slightly and said, "But, first...I heard what you told the family, Bella. You don't really feel that way, do you?"
I furrowed my eyebrows, "About what?"
"You really think the only reason I fell in love with you is because of my desire for your blood and the fact that I couldn't read your mind?" He usually would sound angered at this, but right now, he simply sounded hurt. That was even worse than anger, especially now.
"Well...didn't you? You cannot honestly tell me that if I was your everyday predictable, easy-to-read girl with regular blood that you would have fallen in love with me. We all know that was the only reason I appealed to you. But that doesn't matter. The why doesn't matter. The only thing that does matter is that you did fall in love with me. And, I'll always be yours...no matter what happens."
"No. That is not true at all. And I cannot believe you would even think that. Bella, I was drawn to you because of your blood and my inability to read your mind, but that is not why I fell in love with you."
"Then, why did you?"
"I got to know you. You were the only person outside my family that I could stand to be around for more than five minutes at a time without getting utterly annoyed. The more I knew you, the more I loved you. At first, it killed me that I wouldn't just leave you alone. You didn't need me in your life messing it up. I hated myself for doing that to you. For causing you the unnecessary complication and disaster of being in love with me."
"Really, because that complication is exactly what made me fall in love with you." I said, realizing it for the first time.
"Well, you used to irritate me to no end, but I couldn't stay away from you either. I hated that you wouldn't just say what you meant; you'd give me a riddle or something to sort out and it was so frustrating. But, it was that quality of mystery and I knew there was something more than meets the eye that made me fall in love with you. Well, that and your saving my life on a daily basis."
I chuckled, and he shook his head, "See? The important thing is, it doesn't matter what brought us together. The important thing is: we're here. We made it. And...right now, at this very moment...I want nothing more than to take you in my arms and make love to you."
I simply stared at him, taking in every word he told me. He had just told me every word I have longed to hear him say for the past four years.
He took my face in his hands, lowered his lips to mine, and deepened the kiss by leaning in further. It was such a sweet and tender kiss that I wanted to cry from the love I felt for him in that moment.
I pulled away, took his hands in mine, walked us backwards to the bed, and reached down, gripping the bottom of his t-shirt. I looked up at him and he smiled approvingly and nodded.
I lifted it and he helped me pull it over his head and it dropped to the ground behind him. I placed my hands on his stomach, ran them up his chest, desperate to feel every inch of his skin I possibly could, desperate to feel his skin on mine, his lips caressing my skin as mine would caress his.
My hands ran up to his shoulders and down his arms almost reverently as I took in the amazing feel of it.
He watched me as I did this and then he grabbed my hands, raised them above my head, and then made to remove my shirt.
My breathing deepened nervously and my heartrate began racing uncontrollably. What if I did disappoint him?
But, my concern was unnecessary; clearly seen as his hands caressed the length of my waist to pull my shirt up over my head.
He was still staring at me intensely as he brought his hands down and removed the shorts I was wearing. For some weird reason, he seemed just as timid and nervous as I was.
I grabbed onto his shoulders for support as I shakily pulled my legs out of the shorts. He looked up at me and, beginning at my ankles, he traced his hands up the sides of my legs, up to my hips, up to trace the contours and shape of my waist, up to my shoulders.
Then, he traced his hands back down, circled them around my waist, passionately, and then he lowered me onto the bed.
I arched my back and tilted my head back, until my head hit the pillow. Then, my hands traced up his back, to his neck. I pulled his head down to mine and reached my lips up to his.
He immediately pulled my bottom lip into his parted lips, sucking gently on it, as my tongue slid in to entwine with his.
My tongue caressed the side of his before they intertwined and I desperately pulled his tongue into my mouth, using my tongue, and began sucking on it.
I arched my back again to deepen the kiss further and his hands began tracing up my back to my bra clasp. He hesitated for a second, but then undid it, and then slid the straps off my arms, and removed it, throwing it onto the floor.
He then rolled over so I was on top of his chest now, and I took advantage of this by breaking away from our kiss and trailing my lips down and frenching his neck and shoulders.
His hands continued to explore my back, his fingers of one hand lightly tickling the small of my back and tracing the shape of it, and his other hand trailing down my waist to the top of my underwear.
He traced the line of it with his fingertips and squeezed my waist passionately, while tracing the skin of my calf with his toes.
I sighed in ecstasy before trailing my lips down his line of symmetry and across his pecs. My hands traced down his six-pack until they reached his pants, and then they worked to remove them. It was incredibly hard to multitask, but I managed to make it work.
Once his pants were removed, he rolled me over again and then lowered his lips to my neck. As he kissed my neck and trailed his hands across my body, enjoying the feel of my skin on his just as much as I was enjoying the feel of his on mine, my hands were running up and down his back, his muscles flexing and contracting against them rhythmically with each stir and movement he made.
My hands memorized every unique contour, every muscle, every inch of skin on his perfect back. It felt so amazing to finally be getting what I had waited so long for.
He trailed his lips across my collarbone, into the hollow of my throat, and then down across the line that distinguished my breasts, sending a line of scorching fire inevitably throughout the skin that his lips touched.
He then trailed them back up to my ear, where he whispered, "I love you...so much...My...perfect Bella," as the back of his hand caressed my breast.
I moaned in delight and managed to choke out, "I love you," before losing myself in his entrancing spell once again, pulling his head up to mine for another kiss.
The next four hours were spent in this perfect paradise that could never be found elsewhere. It was a paradise that lie naturally within Edward Cullen.
Despite the fears and doubts that had held us back, it could not have been more amazing. It was...utter perfection.
- Chapter 1: Nerves
- Chapter 2: Confessions
- Chapter 3: Choice
- Chapter 4: Hostage
- Chapter 5: Rescue
- Chapter 6: Inscription
- Chapter 7: Negotiations
- Chapter 8: Rage
- Chapter 9: Endless Conflict
- Chapter 10: Nightmare or Vision?
- Chapter 11: Reassurances
- Chapter 12: Confusion
- Chapter 13: Tension to Reconciliation
- Chapter 14: Assurances
- Chapter 15: Parting
- Chapter 16: Rosalie VS. the Werewolves
- Chapter 17: Torture and Rescue
- Chapter 18: Resolutions
- Chapter 19: Waking Up
- Chapter 20: I do, but I don't
- Chapter 21: We do
- Chapter 22: Reception
- Chapter 23: Possession
- Chapter 24: Depossession
- Chapter 25: Perfection
- Chapter 26: Bliss
- Chapter 27: Unexpected
- Chapter 28: Final Good-byes
- Chapter 29: Inevitablility
- Chapter 30: De Ja Vu
- Chapter 31: Surprise
- Chapter 32: Beginning
- Chapter 33: Solution
- Chapter 34: Training
- Chapter 35: Strategy
- Chapter 36: War
- Chapter 37: Over
- Chapter 38: Breathe
- Chapter 39: Hunting
- Chapter 40: Compelled
- Chapter 41: Utopia
- Chapter 42: Caught
- Chapter 43: Shower for Two
- Chapter 44: Cleaning Up
- Chapter 45: Forever
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