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Mr. and Mrs Cullen

Summary:
I felt cool metal brush against my skin: Elizabeth Masen’s former wedding ring, now mine. Oops, I mentally slapped myself. The last twenty-four hours did happen, and I was now Isabella Marie Cullen.


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2. Getting Closer

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I knew we’d both be faced with this decision again, but now we were married, and we both wanted it… Didn’t we?

When I came out of the washroom Alice and Esme were standing at the top of the stairs, talking. When I came up to them, Esme hugged me, said goodnight and went downstairs to join the rest of the family, leaving me with Alice. As usual, she was smiling.

“We’re all going hunting for the better part of the night,” She explained, smirking – obviously it had been her idea, “Edward just went last night, as you know, so he should be fine, but I’ll keep watch on both of your futures just in case… In case something happens. Carlisle and I are staying closer to home than the rest of them too, as a precaution, but I doubt anything will happen. Goodnight Bella.”

She hugged me tight as I stood there processing this information. Me and Edward. Alone. Two options. This would be interesting…

“Please try and get some sleep,” Alice whispered in my ear before releasing me, “You’re only human, after all.”

Goodnight Alice,” I smiled and began to walk back down the hall to Edward’s room. When I had reached the door, I glanced back, and she was gone. They were all gone.

“That was… highly entertaining,” Edward’s voice chimed as I opened the door. “I’m so glad Alice didn’t snort in hysterics at the… intensity of her last vision.”

He was right where I had left him, sitting on the bed, except now he was shirtless, his perfect anatomy glistening in the moonlight streaming in through the south wall – an entire window. He actually took my breath away for a second, he was so beautiful.

“Maybe you should let people have their conversations privately,” I grinned as I went to sit beside him, “And, more importantly, maybe you should let them keep their thoughts to themselves as well.”

“And just how am I supposed to do that when their thoughts are so… visual, and their conversations have to do with me?” He smirked and pulled me closer, stroking my now undone hair absent-mindedly. “It’s hard to resist listening then.”

“You know Edward, if I didn’t love you so much I’d say you make life awkward,” I laughed, slightly embarrassed still.

“You mean I don’t make your life awkward already? I think watching Alice’s visions of us warrants at least a little strange,” He looked at me incredulously, and I’d wager he was rather enjoying himself.

“Well… It is slightly odd, but you have the talent, so you might as well use it, and also, you’re going to be seeing that in real life soon enough anyways,” I shrugged, accepting it. “Besides, you just ruined the surprise for yourself.”

“You never cease to amaze me, Isabella Marie Cullen,” He turned my face towards his and leaned down to kiss me, his golden eyes smoldering as he wrapped his cold arms securely around my waist. His sweet breath momentarily stunned me before our lips met, and I was surprised I was still able to think properly.

“Bella,” I whispered, correcting him automatically in my slightly deranged state of mind – okay, maybe I couldn’t think properly. I wound my arms around his neck, my hands working up into his hair, and then our lips met.

He was as delicious as ever but somehow more passionate than this afternoon, not being as careful as he did when in the public eye. Or perhaps some of his self-control was faltering… He moved his lips from mine up to my nose, my eyelids, my forehead, my ears, my jaw, and finally, my throat.

He froze there for a minute, and I felt a rush of excitement as his lips began to part to reveal his razor sharp teeth, coated in venom…

“No,” He whispered, his cold lips less than a centimeter away from my warm, inviting skin. He kissed my throat again and straightened, cupping my face with his hands.

“Not tonight,” He replied to my silent thoughts. “Nothing tonight. It’s time for you –” He threw me down lightly on the bed, then came down to rest beside me “- to sleep, love.”

I mumbled incoherently as I buried my face into his bare, stone cold chest, slightly perturbed at coming close to but not getting what I wanted.

“I know, I know,” His velvety voice sang to me like he was singing my lullaby, “Two weeks Bella. A month from now that’ll seem like no time at all to you.”

I muttered something that sounded vaguely like, “the other condition” as Edward wove the fingers of his right hand through my left gently.

He put his other arm around me and breathed into my hair, kissing my head as he did so, “We’ll get to it, I promise. We have forever Bella – quite literally.”

I sighed in mild annoyance and he sympathized, “Yes, it’s hard to resist, I know. Maybe we’ll try it before the two weeks are up. Maybe. Now go to sleep or you won’t be getting anything…”

I hazily remembered him lifting me up effortlessly and laying me gently under the covers; it felt rather like a comforting dream than reality. The last thing I heard in my ear before I succumbed to slumber was a snippet of my lullaby and the words, “I love you with all my sinful, undead heart, Mrs. Cullen. Now sleep well.”