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Just the way I'd imagined it

Summary:
Its just before Bella and Edward's wedding and both of them are going crazy with nerves.


Notes:
This is my first story, so be nice


4. Motivation

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The next morning, I awoke as the sun was just beginning to peek over the tree tops through my window. I knew Edward was still there as I could feel the cold radiating off of his skin through the back of my shirt. I lay perfectly still for a few moments, listening to Edward's slow, controlled breathing, savoring the sweet scent of his breath. I noticed that, at some point in the night, he had removed my boots and placed them in the corner by the window.

"Is there any particular reason why you're still pretending to be asleep, Bella?" he whispered softly in my ear. I smiled, but remained perfectly still. How did he always know what I was up to, even without being able to read my mind?

"Come on," he pressed, "I know it's early but we both have an insane amount of things to do today. But it'll all be over tomorrow." I could feel his perfect lips curve into a smile as he said the last part and planted a soft, chilly kiss on my exposed neck.

"No," I pouted, keeping my body still frozen, facing away from him.

"No?" he asked, the inflection in his voice rising with the question.

"No," I said again. "Emmett can just come and marry us right here in this bed. I'm not leaving here for anything," I stated.

Edward laughed. "You want to get married in bed?" he chuckled. "Its fine by me, of course, but could you imagine the reaction from Alice if you didn't go through with all her meticulous planning?" He chuckled again, and buried his face in my hair, breathing me in.

"I don't care," I groaned pathetically and scooted backwards toward him a little further, pressing my back tightly against his chest.

"Hmm..." he replied. "This could be slightly problematic. Perhaps if I gave you the proper motivation..." he trailed off.

"Motivation? What kind of motivation?" I asked, his comment piquing my interest.

"You'll just have to find out," he whispered mischievously against my ear. "Do you still not want to get up?" I lay there thinking for a moment. Was I curious enough to find out what he had in mind? Or would I chicken out and face the day I knew I had to face one way or another? He took my silence as an affirmative response to his question and whispered, "You asked for it." My body stiffened, preparing for whatever torture he had up his sleeve.

He slowly slid the hand that had been resting on my hip forward onto my stomach, tracing the waist band of the jeans that I was still wearing from the night before. His nimble fingers stopped at the button in the center, he hesitated, obviously waiting for me to stop him. But I continued laying stock still on the bed, calling his bluff. He pressed his mouth close to my ear and let out a gust of air that slid across my skin like silk, and intoxicated my senses. As I breathed in his scent, he carefully unfastened the button on my jeans, and slowly released the zipper. My breath caught in my throat, and I could feel my pulse quicken at his touch.

He slid his fingers just inside the waistband and pushed it down over my hip. I held my breath and my head spun. He gripped my hip firmly with one hand and rolled me onto my back beneath him. I looked into his face for the first time that morning; he was smiling my favorite smile but with a playful hint around the edges, his eyes two lakes of liquid black fire. He pressed his icy lips to mine, letting his cold tongue trace the outer edge of my bottom lip. As he kissed me, I could feel his strong hand move the other side of my jeans down over my other hip and slide them down my now exposed legs. I didn't protest, and even helped by kicking the heavy fabric off of the bed, and across the room. They landed on the floor with a soft thud.

Faint pops of light started to explode in front of my eyes and I realized that I was still holding my breath. I broke our kiss and gasped for air. I threw my hands over my head and clawed at the soft cotton pillowcase. My want for him was burning every fiber in my body but still, I had to keep my hands away from the dangerous temptation. He kissed my chin, my jaw, my neck, my throat, blazing a trail of frozen fire as he went, all the while gliding his icy index finger delicately along the skin above the waistband of my panties, from hip to hip.

"Edward," I breathed, my voice trembling with anticipation. He moved his hands up my sides and pushed back the hem of my blouse, exposing my stomach as he went. The wild butterflies in my gut suddenly awoke and seemed to be trying to escape by the way they surged inside of me. My chest rose and fell with my ragged breathing as he started to kiss his way down the front of my shirt. He moved from button to button, kissing it first and then unfastening each one with his quick fingers. Eventually my blouse fell open, clinging to my body only by the fabric over my shoulders. He continued to kiss downward, letting his marble hands hungrily roam over my hips, thighs, and down to my calves.

He pressed his cool cheek against the blazing skin at my navel and breathed deeply. I swallowed hard, struggling to master the speeding pulse of my heart, while the voice of reason in my head screamed at me to make him stop.

This isn't right...the voice raged.

How can something that feels this good, be bad? My conscious self argued.

He continued to move his lips downward over the thin cotton that wrapped over my hip and kissed along the top of my thigh. Suddenly I felt his stone hand against one of my knees, firmly but gently pushing it away from the other, spreading my legs apart a few inches. My heart hiccupped at this new development, stopped and restarted within a fraction of a second. I saw his eyes turn upward toward my face, one eyebrow raised. When he was sure that I wasn't having a heart attack, he began moving his lips again, softly brushing them against the delicate skin of my inner thigh.

At that moment, my desire peaked. I could feel all the blood in my body rushing to the surface, my skin flushed crimson and my back arched involuntarily. My body shivered from the contrast of my heat and his cold meeting on my delicate flesh. He slowly, gracefully slithered back of the length of my body. He allowed his face to hover over me, his lips barely half an inch above mine. My lips throbbed with want, my skin tingled from where he had touched me with his perfect mouth, my eyes pleaded with him to close the distance between us. His eyes no longer seemed playful, teasing. Instead they were hungry, as filled with desire as mine were. He crushed his lips against mine, allowing me for the first time to feel the weight of his body on top of mine. I welcomed the pressure that pressed every inch of my exposed skin against his statuesque form.

I couldn't breath, he was holding me too tightly but I never wanted him to let me go. I could die in his iron clutches and never feel happier than I did at that moment. Without warning he pulled away from me, much too soon. He stared down at me, breathless. His chest was heaving in rhythm with mine. His eyes were still black with passion, but the playful smile had returned and I knew that it was over. I clamped my eyes shut and clinched my jaw, grinding my teeth together. I concentrated with all of my might to slow my heartbeat and force my breathing to return to normal. When I'd finally achieved my goal, I opened my eyes to see him smiling at me still. There was laughter in his eyes.

"I hate you," I groaned as I sat up on the bed, effortlessly pushing him away from me. He choked back a laugh as he traced the angry lines on my face with his eyes.

"You're so cute when you're angry," he chuckled.

"Shut up!" I hissed through my still clenched teeth. I swung my legs off the side of the bed and thumped my feet on the floor with more force than I had expected. I made sure that my wobbly knees could support my weight before standing up. I walked over to the closet to pick out something to wear for the day. The rehearsal for the wedding was later that day, and I had so much to do I was sure there would be little time to come back to Charlie's house to change, so I decided to dress for the most important occasion.

As I rummaged through the hanging clothes, I shrugged off the blouse that still hung open over my shoulders. I didn't really care much now about walking around my bedroom in my underwear in front of Edward. He'd already seen practically everything I had to show, yet still he denied me the one thing I craved. I tossed the blouse backwards so that it landed on the bed next to where Edward sat. As I stood there with just my simple cotton bra and panties to cover me, I glanced at his face and was suddenly very aware of how he was looking at me. I guessed that now that he was no longer in control of the situation, he was also having a hard time controlling his passions. His eyes roamed my body with greedy lust. I sensed an opportunity to get a small degree of revenge for what he had just put me through.

I pulled a dress that Alice had gotten for me off of its hanger in the closet. The dress was sleeveless, v-neck, knee length, white with a black art deco pattern on it with a bright green sash around the middle. It was not something that I probably would have picked for myself but I liked it just the same. I pulled the zipper on the back of the dress down and slid the garment over my head. I then turned and slowly walked towards Edward, making sure that there was an innocent smile on my face. I stopped a few inches away from him, his eyes still roaming over me. I gathered my hair into my hand and lifted it up. I turned around and asked, "Would you mind zipping me up?" I made sure to keep my voice as breezy as I could. A low growl rose in his chest as he begrudgingly pulled the zipper up to close the dress.

He then grabbed my waist and pulled me tight against his marble hard body. "You know, I could just tear this off of you?" he whispered as he ran his hands along the thin linen of the dress.

"Yes," I replied. "But you wouldn't," I paused for a second and then continued, "or maybe you would. But then you'd probably get us both worked up and just stop before we got to the good part." I dropped my hair, and I knew I had sent a fresh wave of my scent in his direction because he staggered back a half step. I seized the opportunity and broke away from his grasp on me. I smiled the same playful smile he'd given me, back at him as I slid on my comfortable black ballet flats.

"Well, I'm off to have breakfast with my parents, and I'll see you later this afternoon," I said. I stood on my toes and kissed him quickly on his lower lip, then turned and skipped to the door. I glanced over my shoulder one more time before crossing the threshold, and he was still staring after me, his mouth hanging open in disbelief. I smiled to myself and knew that I had gotten some small amount of retribution. I closed the door behind me and went to go tell Charlie that I was ready to leave.