Okay, this might be the weirdest AU ever, but I thought it would be kind of cute. I got it from the idea of Bella always freaks when Edward's gone from school; what would happen if Bella didn't go one day because she was sick? It's after Port Angeles, but before the meadow. Pretty much, he comes to see what's wrong and has to take care of her.
2. Chapter 2: Love
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Had I fallen unconscious again? The last thing I remembered was Edward's being here and carrying me to the couch. There was a slight chance that that might have been a dream.
I stirred and moaned, struggling to come to consciousness. "Unh...Edward?" I called deliriously, reaching for him.
I felt his hand meet mine after a moment, his hand trembling as he held mine, "Yes, Bella, I'm here. I'm right here."
His other hand was now on my face, cupping it in his palm. He caressed his own cheek with the back of my hand that he was holding.
My eyes fluttered open and I saw that I was lying in his lap as he stared down at me, concerned. "Bella? Are you with me?"
I nodded weakly, struggling to keep my eyes open. I was drenched in sweat again. I felt so hot. Probably from the fever.
"You're...still here." I noticed.
He nodded, "I'm not leaving until I know that you're okay."
I managed a small chuckle. "Then, you'll never be able to leave."
"And, that's a bad thing? He said, with a smile.
"Never." I whispered. Though I knew he wouldn't like it, I nestled further into him, the coolness of his body feeling so good right now in contrast with the fever.
He stiffened up. "Bella." He sounded uncertain.
"Sorry," I managed to choke out, taking in gasps of breath now, both from the fever and his incredible vampiric abilities of dazzling me. "Just...please. For a little bit. It feels really good. You have no idea how hot I am."
I brushed away my beads of sweat with the back of my trembling hand, before resting my hand on his pec, and then lightly rubbing my head against his chest, taking in his wonderul scent and existence as well as making myself feel better.
I began trembling in his arms and he tried to release me. "Okay, Bella, that's enough--"
"No!" I said, firmly, grabbing his forearm and wrapping it tightly around myself.
He loosened up, wrapped his other arm around me, and tightened his hold on me, holding me even closer.
I caressed his pec witht he palm of my hand, tracing the shape of it with my fingertips, memorizing it. Without thinking, almost as if acting on its own will, my hand slid up and my arm wrapped unconsciously around his neck.
I looked up to see his response, hoisting myself up slightly, struggling to do so, locking my eyes with his, hoping mine would hold his as easily as his held mine.
It seemed to work--he made no movement to stop me. I struggled greatly to not tremble as I raised my lips to his. Closer...closer...closer...
Our lips met and I made to deepen the kiss when he exhaled shakily and released me. "I don't...know if that's such a good idea, Bella."
"Well, we won't know until we try it, will we?" I challenged, struggling to concentrate, as his breath had made my head whirl into a whole other universe.
I made to lean in again, but he grabbed my hands, holding them in one of his, and turned his head slightly. "No...Bella. Now is not the time. You're sick, I'm pretty sure you're delusional, and I just...can't...take advantage of you like that. I'm...sorry. It's just that if and when we have our first kiss...I want it to be perfect. It has to be perfect...because it's you."
I simply stared at him for a moment. "It will be perfect." I said, confidently, "Because it's you."
He didn't answer so I sat up, sitting against the arm of the couch, and pulling my knees up to my chest. "What time is it?" I asked, doing anything to change the subject.
"Quarter past 5." He informed me. "Don't worry. Charlie called and left a message while you were sleeping. He'll be working late tonight. He will most likely be sleeping at the station tonight. Big workload."
"Mm." I said, barely hearing him. Something about Charlie? I didn't know--I wasn't really paying attention. How could I when Edward had just officially turned me down?
"Translated into: he's too scared to be with you while you're sick; he can't handle it so he's staying away as a distraction. Just...wait for the problem to go away."
"Yeah, that sounds familiar." I said, bitterly.
"I mean, uh, that Charlie never was the doctoring parent, so to speak. When I got sick as a kid, Renee always handled it. It's hard enough for Charlie and I to be around each other without complications, so when complications present themselves, we simply avoid each other until it goes away. As if the problem never existed."
"Are you talking about Charlie?" Edward challenged, clearly "reading" me a hell of a lot more than he let on.
"Him too." I gave in, too sick and tired to play his stubborn little games.
He made to touch me, "Look, Bella--"
"Please, don't." I flinched away, "You...can't have it both ways."
He looked almost hurt by my words as he pulled back. "Right. Sorry. Then, maybe I should go."
He made to get up, but I grabbed his arm. "Don't you dare. I didn't mean it like that; it's just...I don't understand you sometimes. I mean, you say that you care for me and I want to believe you, I do, but how the hell can I believe you when you turn around and get mad at me for even looking at you funny? I just...I don't...I don't get you. I mean, do you even like me?"
"You know I do." He said, through clenched teeth. "Bella, you can never comprehend just how much you mean to me."
"Explain it to me." I demanded. "I have all night." I reminded him, gesturing to the phone.
He smirked, "Bella, I have literally forever and even that will never be enough time."
"Give it your best shot." I challenged, "What am I to you--just...some...mystery with sweet blood or what?"
"What you are to me..." he mused, "...is something that even I don't understand." He shook his head, "I have never felt this strongly for anyone before. It's so new to me...and, I don't know what to do with it. How to handle it. Do I act on it, do I ignore it, I don't...know. The only thing I am completely sure of...is that..." he smiled, almost nervously, "I love you."