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To Be Whole

Every heart sings a song, incomplete, until another heart whispers back. Those who wish to sing always find a song. At the touch of a lover, everyone becomes a poet. Bella and Edward become whole. *Written before Breaking Dawn arrived. please, review!


3. Burning

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He nudged my head forward, and gave himself access to my throat, and began to suck on the flesh there.

“So,” he whispered against my flesh, laughing, “do you still object to this bed?”

“Uhhnn,” I replied. I couldn’t breathe. Why was he asking questions? Why was he teasing


He began darting his tongue out, and I almost died. Again.

“The bed,” he asked again. “Objections?”

“It’s…” I said, gasping, clutching his upper arms.

“It’s…,” he prompted, distracting me further by shifting his mouth to my earlobe, and kissing it there.

“Wonderful,” I finished lamely.

“Hmm,” he said, smiling.

I shifted down, capturing his lips in mine and urgently seeking to place myself as close to him as possible. He slowly began to shift us sideways, grabbing onto my leg to stabilize us. He rolled us over cleanly, until he was hovering over me, massaging my lips with his. He was careful to not put too much weight on me, but as I reached my body up to get closer, he pushed down a little, closing the space between us.

“I love you, Bella,” he murmured.

“I love you, too,” I sighed.

My heart ached with the intense feeling that was threatening to capture it. I did love Edward, far more than I would ever dream to love anyone in my life. He was me; he completed me, made me whole. I had never realized how alone I was without him there, until he was around me, with me, and I felt as if a weight had been lifted off my chest and cast to the winds.

“I promised we would try,” he said quietly, his eyes that black fire again, not with frustration, or hunger in that sense, but with what I realized was unnatural and full-fledged desire.

I hesitated.

“Yes,” I answered, whispering, looking up into his eyes, which were lightening slightly.

He reared back and sat up on his knees, and fluidly pulled his shirt over his head. My eyes locked on his hard chest, and I got the impression I could bounce coins off of it. He leaned over me again, and I reached up to trace this new found part of him.

“You’re beautiful,” I murmured.

He chuckled, and began to run kisses from my cheek, to my ear, down to my neck, and the base of my throat to my shoulders. I sighed and tangled my hands in his hair, rubbing little circles and teasing it slightly. His lips felt cool against my hot skin, and I shivered.

“Cold,” he questioned into my skin.

“Hot,” I said back.

He abandoned his place on my neck and moved back up until he was inches from my face. I locked my eyes on his and my heart skipped a beat. He was looking at me with a completely stupid face. He was smiling a little, and his eyes were full of what I could only describe as love. As I looked at him, it made my heart hurt to know that I cared about him this much, that I had this much love inside of me for another person. Or, vampire.

He reached his hands up and ran his fingers along my shoulders, down my arms, across the bottom of my camisole and tugged up. I lifted my head to allow it free, and a rush of cold air hit my stomach. He tossed my shirt on top of his, and turned his attention back to my bare stomach and chest, save for a bra. He smiled to himself and began to run his fingers across my stomach, along the sides to the swell of my breasts and across to my neck, then back down the center.

“So beautiful,” he said quietly, although I could hear him. “So soft.”

I lay there staring up at him, while he marveled over my less than average torso. He dipped his head to the spot where my neck met my chest and began trailing kisses down the valley between my breasts. Despite how cold his lips were, I got very hot. I tugged on his hair to get him to face me, and then brought my head up to meet his lips. His lips crashed into mine and my bare stomach crashed into his. I gasped at the contact, and I instinctively locked my right leg behind his thigh. He put his hand underneath us and rolled us back over. I continued to massage our lips together furiously as I ran my hands along his sides.

I disentangled my lips from his, and lowered my head to the spot where his neck met his throat. I trailed kissed down his chest to his stomach and back up. When I got to where his pulse would have been, if he had blood coursing through his veins, he groaned audibly. I was not expecting this. My heart leapt wildly, and I snapped my neck up to look at him. His eyes were squeezed shut, and I smiled to myself.

“Are you alright,” I asked him, smiling smugly.

“I’m fine,” he said slowly. Before I knew what he was doing, his hand reached down between us and he rolled us over. When I looked down, I realized he was no longer wearing pants.

“How did you…” I began.

“I am a vampire, Bella,” he stated.

I looked at him and let my eyes roam down his body. My view stopped when I got to the V that led to his, nether regions. He was big. My eyes widened slightly, and I rushed to fix my face.

“See something you like,” he whispered quietly, soundly heavenly.

“Um,” I said, quietly.

He was silent as he continued to study my face.

“What is it, Bella,” he asked, concerned.

I looked up at his face and felt the heat rush to my cheeks.

“It’s just,” I began, not really knowing how to say it.

“Just what, love,” he asked, curiously.

“It’s just…” I began again. “Big.” I finished blushing harder.

He laughed loudly, and I scowled at him.

“I’m sorry,” he said.

He leaned into me and captured my lips with his, caressing them softly. I responded by pressing mine to his, answering all his unasked questions. His hands ran along my sides and down to my shorts, and they hovered there. I moaned into his mouth, and he tugged lightly at them and they too, were discarded.

His eyes locked on mine, and I nodded. Biting my lip in anticipation, I closed my eyes as he tugged my underwear off, too. I heard him gasp, and my eyes flew open. He was looking at me, and his eyes had turned back into that black fiery color.

He crushed his lips against mine, and pressed his body against mine. His penis grazed against me, and he hissed, while I groaned. The sensation it left behind was a burning that I couldn’t describe. I just knew I needed him as close to me as possible, as soon as possible. As I continued to kiss him, I rammed my tongue out into his mouth and reached behind me to unclasp my bra. I struggled to remove it and pressed my body more firmly against him. He pushed down on top of me, and I contoured to him perfectly.

“Edward,” I began, as he shifted and ended up right at my entrance. “Please.”

He looked me in the eye, and he positioned himself to go. He started to push forward and I gasped loudly as he started to enter me. I was thoroughly overwhelmed by the sensation he left behind. All I wanted was more. I tried to shift forward, realizing he had stopped moving and he held on to my arm, stopping me.

I need a moment” he gritted through his teeth, snapping his eyes open and staring at me. I just nodded mutely, not trusting myself to speak. I ran my hands along his arms and across his chest, and lifted my head slightly to kiss his bare chest. He sighed, and began to push forward again. I felt myself contract, and he hissed, but continued to push into me, agonizingly slow. Every shift, every movement, left my skin burning from his touch, and made me want so much more. Before long, I felt a sharp pain and I sucked in a quick breath and he looked at me with horror filled eyes.

“Bella,” he gasped, his eyes fixed on me.

“It’s okay,” I assured him, as the pain subsided and all I could feel was him, stretching me. “It doesn’t hurt anymore.” I thought about whether or not it was extremely difficult for him to stay so still or if he could feel my heat; he felt like a statue.

“Its not as hard as I thought it would be,” he muttered, answering my unspoken question. “You’re extremely hot.”

My eyes widened as I looked at him, and comprehension dawned on my face as he still rambled out answers to the questions I wasn’t asking out loud.

“You’re beautiful,” he snapped suddenly, glaring at me slightly. “Don’t ever say that about yourself.”

I still stared at him, amazed, as his eyes widened to match mine.

“I didn’t say anything,” I whispered slowly.

He looked at me, confused, before gasping.

“Edward, can you read my mind right now?” I asked, confirming my thoughts.

“I think so,” he said, slowly. “Your voice came into my head clearly, and it sounded like you were talking to me,” he explained. “You sound like heaven.”

I looked at him and smiled, and thought to myself, “I wish he would move.”

He grinned at me deviously and began to slowly pull himself out until he was at my entrance, then he dragged himself back in again. I did die with the pleasure that shot through me. My legs instinctively wrapped around him, and I felt his body shift and he pushed in deeper from the new position.

We found a rhythm and eventually, I shifted and he sped up. His arms were wrapped around my waist and I suddenly got a wild idea. As he pushed into me, I contracted around him, and his hands gripped my waist tightly, as he pulled out, I let go, and his hands loosened his grip on my waist. As he pushed in again, I contracted again, and he gripped tighter again. I continued to

contract and let go, and he growled as he began to push into me harder.

I never voiced that want out loud.

“Quit fucking with me, Bella,” he growled.

I gasped, and he laughed quietly, as he focused on what he was doing again. I sighed as we fell into a rhythm again and his breathing began to get more ragged. I felt an unfamiliar coiling start near my center, and Edward continued to bury himself fully inside of me.

I gasped and my eyes rolled back at the pleasure as his lips found my neck. He began to suck on the flesh there, and that combined with the sensations inside of me, caused me to tremble. He grunted wildly as he pressed harder still, deepening the feeling of him inside of me, yet again putting into action my thoughts. I needed to control that better.

“Edward,” I moaned, as I felt myself beginning to unravel.

He only groaned as he continued to press into me and press even deeper still. I could feel myself coming undone, and as I trembled from my release, he continued to press into me until he was shaking on top of me, groaning loudly. As we stopped moving, he slowed his pace back to the agonizingly slow push and pull, and he buried his face in my neck.

“Bella,” he gasped, breathing into me.

I interlocked my fingers into his hair as I struggled to regain my senses.

“Hmm,” I murmured into his hair.

He looked up at me and crashed his lips against mine, and I felt the hot wetness roll down my cheeks. I ravaged his lips as I sought to get as close to him as possible, to lose myself in his kisses, and becoming one with him inside of me.

“I know, love,” he murmured into me. “I love you, too.”

Tears continued to stream down my face as he understood them to be tears of happiness and not of sadness. I could not believe we had done it, and it was as glorious as I had imaged, if not better. I knew in that moment I wanted him to change me.

His head snapped up and he looked at me, searching my eyes with his.

“Bella,” he began, questioning what he heard clearly in my head.

“I’m ready,” I promised him. I had fulfilled everything I wanted in my human life, and I was ready to begin my eternity.

“Are you sure,” he asked me warily.

“Edward,” I started. “I’ve never been more sure in my life.”

He looked at me, then outside. He nodded his head, and pulled out of me to hand me my underwear and his t-shirt.

“Put this on,” he said, looking at me.

I struggled to put on the clothes and looked at him, my lips swollen and my face flushed. He reached across me to the bedside table and picked his cell phone.

“Alice,” he stated at once. “Its time.”

He listened for a moment then said, “Okay.” and closed the phone.

He looked at me, and smiled, and bent down and kissed me urgently, like he would never see me again. My hands caught in his hair, and before I knew it, I heard Carlisle voice downstairs.

“Bella,” he called. “Edward?”

Edward picked me up and brought me downstairs, and I was greeted by Carlisle, Esme and Alice.

Carlisle lay me down on the couch, and walked upstairs to his study. I looked at Alice and she ran over and gave me a very big hug.

“I love you, Bella,” she whispered and kissed me on the cheek.

Carlisle returned with a kit and pulled out a needle and a clear liquid.

“Its morphine,” he explained, filling the tube to the brim with the medication. “So it won’t hurt as much.”

I nodded as I felt him swiftly stick my arm and I was instantly calm and slightly woozy. Edward bent down over me, and I smiled at him. He smiled back, his perfect crooked grin and kissed me lightly on the lips. I could see Carlisle, Esme and Alice backing out of the room, leaving me and Edward alone.

“I love you,” he whispered, lowering his head to my neck.

Then everything went black, and the pain hit.