Fire and Ice
Some say the world will end in fire, some say in ice. From what I've tasted of desire, I hold with those who favor fire. But if it had to perish twice, I know enough of hate to say, that for destruction, ice is also great and would suffice. There's nothing more potent than fire and ice. *Written Pre-Breaking Dawn Release. *To Be Whole is the same story from Bella's perspective. It doesn't matter which you read first. please review!
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I nudged Bella's head forward, and began to suck on the flesh in my favorite spot.
I could feel her blood pulsing at an astonishing pace-far faster than I had ever felt it before, and I got a sudden urge to take her right then and there.
Why did I torture myself this way? Of course, love always makes you do crazy things.
I needed a distraction.
"So," I murmured against her flesh, laughing at my own sadomasochism, "do you still object to this bed?"
"Uhhnn," she replied.
I knew that I was making Bella lose control, but that seemed only fair, especially with what she was doing to me.
I began darting my tongue out again, tasting her flesh, and I almost died from the pleasure that shot through me. Why was she so incredibly luscious, so sweet and amazingly intoxicating?
"The bed," I prompted again, distracting myself, keeping my patience in check. "Objections?"
"It's..." she said, gasping, clutching my upper arms with what I realized for Bella to be abnormal amounts of strength. I could almost feel it.
"It's...," I impelled, distracting us further by shifting my mouth to her supple earlobe, and kissing it there.
"Wonderful," she finished, exasperated.
"Hmm," I said, smiling.
She shifted down, capturing my lips in hers and swiftly seeking to place herself as close to me as possible. I slowly began to shift us sideways, grabbing onto her leg to stabilize us. She was so incredibly hot, every touch left my body tensing and wanting more. I rolled us over cleanly, until I was hovering over her, massaging her lips with mine. I was so close to being completely bent on passion and only passion, tuning out all other emotions and rational thought that I was almost too preoccupied to ensure that I didn't press down on her too hard. As I calculated the correct amount of distance to put between my chest and hers, she arched her back upwards and I pressed down a bit further, pinning her to the bed.
"I love you, Bella," I murmured.
"I love you, too," she sighed.
I looked into her eyes and I realized that I had never, in my existence, known what I existed for. And as I lay here in bed with my Bella, discovering her and discovering myself, I realized why I was alive, or here, anyway.
It was all for her. All for this.
I had never indulged myself in any physical or emotional passions in my life, eternal or otherwise, until I met her. She was my first everything; my first love, my first hope, my first glimmer at the chance that everything would indeed fall into place, that my existence would mean something-and for that, I owed her everything. If only she knew she was the reason I kept going everyday.
She was the reason I survived.
She made me whole.
"I promised we would try," I said quietly, my eyes reflecting a black fire, not with frustration as usual, or hunger in thatsense, but with what I knew was unnatural and full-fledged desire for Bella.
"Yes," she answered, whispering, looking into my eyes, which were softening under her stare.
I reared back and sat up on my knees, and fluidly pulled my shirt over my head. Her eyes locked on my chest, and she stared at it while I looked at her, again wanting to know what she was thinking. I leaned over her again, and she reached up to trace me like she had never seen me before.
"You're beautiful," she murmured.
I chuckled, and began to run kisses from her cheek, to her ear, down to her neck, and the base of her throat to her shoulders. My favorite path to take, touching on all my favorite parts of her. Bella sighed and tangled her hands in my hair, rubbing little circles and teasing it slightly. It felt agonizingly good. Her skin was so hot underneath me, and I felt her shiver.
"Cold?" I questioned into her skin, I hadn't thought through what such close contact would do to her.
"Hot," she said back.
I abandoned my place on her neck and moved back up until I was inches from her face. She locked her eyes on mine and my breath raced a bit more.
I could see my reflection in her eyes, and my gaze was met with a completely stupid face. I had this ridiculous impish grin, and my eyes were the softest I had ever seen them. My head swam with the intense amounts of love I felt coursing through me.
I reached my hands up and ran my fingers along her shoulders, down her small arms, across the bottom of her camisole and tugged up, lightly. She lifted her head to allow it free, and tossed her shirt on top of my own. I turned my attention back to her flat, bare stomach and chest, save for her bra.
She was far too overdressed.
I smiled to myself as I marveled in her beauty. I began to run my fingers across her stomach, along the sides to the swell of her soft breasts and across to her neck, then back down the center.
"So beautiful," I sighed quietly, although I knew she could hear me. "So soft."
Bella lay there staring up at me, and I marveled over her exquisite beauty. I dipped my head to the spot where her neck met her chest and began trailing kisses down the valley between her breasts. She tasted so good.
Despite how cold my lips were, I could feel her getting very hot. She tugged on my hair to get me to face her, and then brought her head up to meet my lips.
My lips crashed into hers and my bare stomach collided with her skin, sending millions of jolts of electricity through my body as I struggled to not rip off her bra. She gasped at the contact, and locked my right leg behind my thigh. I put my hand underneath us and rolled us back over. I continued to massage our lips together furiously as she ran her hands along my sides.
She disentangled her lips from mine, and lowered her head to the spot where my neck met my throat. She trailed kisses down my chest to my stomach and back up. I felt an unfamiliar tug toward my center, and I became even more aware of every touch.
When she got to where my pulse point would have been, if I had blood coursing through my veins, I groaned audibly. I was going to die, right here. Neither of us were expecting this reaction. I could hear her heart leap wildly, and she snapped her neck up to look at me. I squeezed my eyes shut, and I could sense her smiling to herself.
"Are you alright," she asked me, smiling smugly.
"I'm fine," I said slowly, gaining enough will power to roll us back over and reassuming my position, hovered over her, removing my pants in the same stroke.
"How did you..." she began.
Oh, ye of little faith, my love.
"I am a vampire, Bella," I stated teasingly.
She looked at me and let her eyes roam down my body. Her eyes stopped when she reached the V that led to the part of me that no one ever saw. I noticed her eyes widen and I couldn't help feeling oddly pleased that she reacted in such a way.
It was sexy.
"See something you like," I whispered quietly, in my most seductive voice.
"Um," she said, quietly.
I stared at her as little tremors of panic began to roll down my spine.
"What is it, Bella," I asked, concerned.
She looked up at my face and felt the heat rush to my cheeks.
"It's just," she began, looking like she was struggling for the proper words.
"Just what, love," I asked, curious.
"It's just..." she started again. "Big." She finished, blushing harder than I had ever seen before.
I relaxed, and could not help laughing loudly as any former feelings of panic dissipated.
"I'm sorry," I said.
I leaned into her and captured her lips with mine, caressing them softly. She responded by pressing hers to mine, deftly seeking release there. My hands ran along her sides and down to her shorts, and they hovered there. She moaned an invitation into my mouth, and I tugged lightly at them and they too, were discarded.
My eyes locked on hers, the question burning into her eyes and she nodded. Biting her lip in anticipation, she closed her eyes as I tugged her underwear off, too. I gasped, and her eyes flew open.
She was pure, unadultered sex.
I was looking at myself inher eyes, and my eyes had turned back into that black fiery color.
I crushed my lips against hers, and pressed my body as close to her as was possible. My penis grazed against her, and I hissed, while she groaned. The sensation it left behind was a ice cold burning that I couldn't describe.
I just knew I needed her as close to me as possible, as soon as possible. As I continued to kiss her, she rammed her tongue out into my mouth and reached behind herself to unclasp her bra. She struggled to remove it and press her body more firmly against mine, simultaneously. I pushed down on top of her, and she contoured to me perfectly.
"Edward," she began, as I shifted and ended up right at her entrance. "Please."
I looked her in the eye, and I positioned myself to enter her. I began to push forward and Bella gasped loudly as I started to enter her.
Nothing could prepare me for the millions of things I was feeling.
I stilled myself as I tried to regain control of the thousands of instincts that threatened to overtake me.
Bella, being as impatient as she is, tried to move against me to push me deeper into her. I held onto her arm and stilled her. Did she not think about the fact that I was mere milliseconds from killing us both?
Of course she didn't.
"I need a moment." I gritted through my teeth, snapping my eyes open and staring at her beautiful, beautiful face. She just nodded mutely, and I could tell she didn't trust herself to speak. She ran her warm hands along my arms and across my chest, and lifted her head slightly to kiss my bare chest.
Bella knew incredibly well how to love me.
I sighed, and steeled myself to begin to push forward again. I felt her contract, and I hissed, but continued to push into her with a fierce determination, agonizingly slow.
Every shift, every movement, left my skin burning from her touch, and made me want so much more. Before long, I reached a barrier, and heard her intake a sharp breath. I looked at her with my eyes twisted in horror.
"Bella," I gasped, my eyes fixed on her face.
"It's okay," she assured me, as I stretched her. "It doesn't hurt anymore."
"I wonder if it's hard for him to stay still so long or if I'm as hot to him as I feel. You're so beautiful. Not much to say for myself, anyway. Even in all this glory, I still, of course feel completely inadequate."
"It's not as hard as I thought it would be," I muttered, answering her questions quietly. "You're extremely hot."
Her eyes widened as she looked at me, and comprehension dawned on her face as I stared confusedly at her.
What was going on?
"You're beautiful," I snapped suddenly, glaring at her slightly. "Don't ever say that about yourself."
She continued to stare at me, as I finally understood that she hadn't said anything at all.
"I didn't say anything," she whispered slowly.
I looked at her before gasping.
"Edward, can you read my mind right now?" she asked, confirming my thoughts.
"I think so," I said, slowly, trying to control my excitement. "Your voice came into my head clearly, and it sounded like you were talking to me," I explained.
"You sound like heaven," I added.
She looked at me and smiled, and thought to herself, "I wish he would move."
I grinned at her deviously and began to slowly pull myself out until I was at her entrance, then I dragged myself back in again.
I did die with the pleasure that shot through me. Her legs instinctively wrapped around me, and she shifted and I pushed in deeper.
As much as I was trying to drive her crazy, I was doing the same to myself.
We found a rhythm and eventually, Bella shifted and I sped up. I wrapped my arms around her waist, and she began to surprise me in ways that drove me even further into the crazed hell I was in.
She tilted her pelvis up as I pushed in, and down as I pushed out, mixing against my cold skin with her hot, as well as bringing me closer and deeper inside of her.
Understanding the thoughts racing through her mind, I decided to pick one that particularly surprised and appealed to me to act on. I grabbed her right leg and lifted it up, so that it was perched on my shoulder and ground even further than I, and clearly she, thought was possible.
Bella began to think of a numerous other things we could do while in this position, and it made my emotions more erratic than they were.
"You're fucking with me, Bella," I growled as my eyes locked onto her, forgetting all pretenses for chivalry. "You know exactly what you're doing to me."
She gasped, and I laughed quietly, as I focused on what I was doing again.
Bella sighed as we fell into a rhythm again and I began to lose control of my breathing as I forgot about everything but what I was doing.
It was always so easy to forget all pretenses with Bella, to just be, to not worry. I was whole when I was with her, and nothing was anywhere near as satisfying as knowing that I could not live without her.
I could sense that Bella was coming close to being completely undone, and I continued to steadily bury myself thoroughly inside of her.
She gasped and her eyes rolled back at the pleasure. I was spurred on by this reaction, and felt a powerful jolt of fervor as my lips found her neck. I began to suck on the flesh there, and that combined with the sensations of me inside of her, caused Bella to tremble.
I grunted wildly as I pressed harder still, amazed that I could illicit such a reaction from a girl who kept herself so well put together. I deepened the feeling of me inside of her, yet again putting into action her thoughts.
She needed to control that better.
"Edward," she moaned, as I felt her beginning to unravel.
I could only groan as I continued to press into her. I could feel her physically coming undone, and as she trembled from her release, I continued to press into her until I was surprisingly shaking on top of her, groaning loudly.
As we stopped moving, I slowed my pace back to the agonizingly slow push and pull, and buried my face in her neck.
"Bella," I gasped, breathing into her.
She intertwined her fingers into my hair as I struggled to regain my senses.
"Hmm," she murmured into my hair.
I couldn't process what it was at the moment, but something about that moment made me look up at her and crash my lips against hers, and I felt the hot wetness roll down her cheeks.
She ravaged my lips as she sought to get as close to me as possible, to lose herself in these kisses, these precious moments, and become one with me inside of her.
"I know, love," I murmured into her. "I love you, too."
Tears continued to stream down her face as I understood them to be tears of happiness and not of sadness.
I could not believe as much as she, that we had done it, and it was as glorious as I had imaged, if not better.
I heard in that moment what she clearly wanted now.
My head snapped up and I looked at her, searching her eyes with mine.
"Bella," I began, questioning what I heard clearly in her head.
"I'm ready," she promised him.
"I've fulfilled everything I wanted in my human life, and I'm ready to begin my eternity." she added silently.
"Are you sure," I asked me warily, unsure if she was overwhelmed, or if she was truly ready. Even being able to see into her mind, I was still a bit baffled.
"Edward," she started. "I've never been more sure of anything in my life."
I looked at her, determining how long it would take Alice and Carlisle to get back to the house. I nodded my head, and pulled out of her sadly to hand her her underwear and my t-shirt.
"Put this on," I said, looking at her.
She struggled to put on the clothes and looked at me, her lips swollen and her face flushed.
God, I would never get over her impeccable beauty.
I reached across her to the bedside table and picked up my cell phone.
"Alice," I stated at once, as she had picked up on the first ring. "It's time."
I listened for a moment as she told me she, Carlisle and the rest of the family would be back within twenty minutes and said, "Okay."
I closed the phone.
I looked at her, and smiled, ready to see the warm flush creep up her soft cheeks for the last time.
To feel her soft skin, warm and inviting underneath me.
To smell her antagonizing scent for the last time.
I would make it worth it. I bent down and kissed her urgently; only too aware this was our last time together like this. Her hands caught in my hair, and before we knew it, I heard Carlisle enter the house downstairs.
"Bella," he called. "Edward?"
I picked Bella and brought her downstairs, and we were greeted by Carlisle, Esme and Alice.
Carlisle lay Bella down on the couch, and walked upstairs to his study. I looked at Alice and she ran over to Bella and gave her a very big hug. I stared at her bemused; it wasn't like Bella was going anywhere.
"I love you, Bella," she whispered and kissed her on the cheek.
Carlisle returned at that instant 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."
She nodded as he swiftly stuck my arm. I could see her face turn over, instantly calm and slightly woozy.
I bent down over her, and she smiled at me. I smiled back, and kissed her lightly on the lips.
I could hear Carlisle, Esme and Alice backing out of the room, leaving me and my Bella alone.
"I love you," I whispered, lowering my head to her neck.
Then I sank my teeth into her flesh like butter, kissing it and sealing the puncture with my tongue, and she writhed as the pain it.
I sang her a lullaby.