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Prelude	By : belladonnacullen Category: Twilight Series > Het > Bella/Edward Views: 5838 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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This chapter contains direct quotes from Twilight. As always, these quotes are not my own. I don't own Twilight or any original characters, and I do not profit from this silly piece of fan fiction!

"How do you like your food, Edward?"
Edward managed a polite smile. "It's lovely."
Luckily vampire reflexes worked faster than the human eye could detect. Later I'd have to ask him were his steak was disappearing to.
"You're pretty hungry Bells," Charlie observed. I was doing my best to eat what was on my plate and generously sample Edward's lunch as well.
I smiled stiffly. "Nerves, I guess."
Charlie had been trying to make up for missing brunch for weeks now. It was easy to find reasons to avoid another shared meal, with the upcoming wedding, Jacob's disappearance, and at least twenty other excuses that could be randomly inserted when needed. I steered clear of the most obvious reason, that Edward preferred fresh blood to food.
But with just four days until the wedding, there were fewer and fewer chances to spend time with my dad. It was the way he asked yesterday that made it impossible to say no. During our usually silent breakfast Charlie said, "Bells, your mom's coming in soon with Phil, and then you're going to be married. Let me take my little girl and her fiance out to eat, just the three of us. Before I never see you again."
He didn't know how true that statement was. I said yes with tears in my eyes.
The waiter came over to refill our glasses. He definitely noticed that Edward's glass hadn't needed refilling the entire meal. I thought about drinking from Edward's glass, but decided that would just look strange. I guess there weren't as many places to stash water and a Coke in a flash.
I looked warily out the large front window. The sun had been going in and out of the clouds all morning. One minute it was sunny and bright, the next it was like a different day, overcast, with a chill in the air. Days like today were typical for summer in the northwest, and it made life for vampires somewhat difficult. We timed our arrival perfectly, based on Alice's predictions. We worked to get a table in the corner toward the back just in case. Right now the sun was filtering through patchy clouds. Then we'd have about forty-five minutes to get out of here and get Charlie home.
If the food and the sun were making Edward edgy, I couldn't tell. My fiance had been unflaggingly happy for the past two days. It had been coming on for a while, ever since our talk on the cliff over Port Angeles. But this unabashed delight was new. As if to emphasize my thoughts, Edward slyly squeezed my knee under the table and flashed me a breathtaking smile. Would I really be married to this creature in four days? I hoped so.
Lunch winded down. Charlie settled into an awkward silence. I noticed poorly hidden disgust on Edward's face as he pushed the remainder of the steak around on his plate. Yep, lunch with the two men I loved most in the world. I smiled despite it all and watched gladly as a thick blanket of clouds drifted in from the west. That was our cue.
I pulled my sweater tightly around myself as we made our way to the Volvo. Dressing in layers was mandatory on days like today. One minute it was intolerably hot, the next a cold wind was blowing in from off the coast. So today I mixed winter and summer garments. Alice would never forgive an outfit like mine. I had on a knee length A-line linen skirt with a white summer eyelet lace button-down top. Over that I wore a baggy pumpkin-colored cardigan of indiscriminate material. I took absurd pleasure in my slightly dowdy appearance, knowing that Alice would imminently have much more power over my wardrobe choices.
"Anything in particular you want to do?" I asked after Edward and I dropped Charlie home. I was all too aware that we had only about fifteen hours before Renee and Phil made their appearance.
"Absolutely," he said, leaning over to kiss me with an unmistakable suggestive look in his eyes. "But we have to be out of sight. We have about thirty minutes of cloud cover left."
Edward started the engine. I knew where we were going as soon as he pulled up the forest road. He didn't bother waiting for me to hike the five miles, and I didn't want to wait either. He got us to our destination in under two minutes.
We walked into the meadow hand in hand. "That first day we spent here was like a dream," I said looking into Edward's eyes, "a beautiful dream."
"Even if I could dream, I don't believe my mind could have conjured up anything so perfect." He took my face in his hands. His eyes were a gentle gold, brighter every successive day he fed. I wondered if they would turn sunshine yellow if he kept this up.
Then, repeating his exact motions from that afternoon, like only someone with a photographic memory could, Edward laid one hand on my neck, brushed my cheek with the other, and then held my face in both of his hands as he rested his head in the hollow of my throat. I was very still, and the same thrill ran through my body as he gently moved his hands from my face, down my neck, and laid them to rest on my shoulders. The sweetness of that moment was still the same, but the fear I had felt that spring afternoon was noticeably absent.
At that moment the sun came out. I marveled at my luck, having this creature hold me in his arms and love me. "Alice saw the possibility that I might take your life here that day. But I couldn't. It changed for me then; it was the first of many changes." And he moved his head to rest over my heart. I watched the reflection of his skin change as clouds flitted over the sun.
A chilly breeze blew in with the new clouds and I shivered. Edward, always conscious of my comfort, moved back, "I brought something," he said, pulling his iPod out of his pocket. He put one earphone in his ear and one in mine. A rich, complex melody overlaid with horns surged through the earpiece. "I always loved this song, but I could never relate. It was too blissful, and it hurt me to listen to it. Now I can listen and think of you, of us. It's something I do often lately."
Edward brushed my hair behind my ears. "The first time I mentioned love to you was here. I thought I might push you away or overwhelm you. Maybe I hoped I would, I was so frightened of what you might think."
"No, I clung to that word. I couldn't believe it."
"And so the lion fell in love with the lamb." Edward murmured again. He held my chin in his hand and kissed me gently. Pulling back just enough so that his lips brushed mine he smiled as he said, "What a stupid lamb."
I kissed him back. "What a sick, masochistic lion," I said, grinning broadly.
And we knelt in front of each other and leaned in for a kiss. Our eyes were open, and I could see the tears in my eyes reflected back in Edward's golden gaze.
"I didn't dare dream . . . this, someday . . . you," he murmured.
"I did."
Edward put his arms around my shoulders and kissed me. They were delicate, indulgent, long kisses. We slowly collapsed to the ground together, still kissing. His hands ranged over my body, and then returned to run through my hair.
"You are the only beautiful thing that has happened to me in my long existence, better than I could ever have hoped."
We both lay partially on our backs, gently clasping arms around on another, kissing softly. The song ended.
"Play it again. Please."
And this time as the song started I kissed him full and forcefully on the mouth, but still slowly, savoring every moment. I didn't hesitate in any of my movements. The trust I felt with Edward was now absolute. I pulled myself on top of him, and relaxed into his cold body. I let my hands caress his face, down to his neck and his shoulders.
"The next morning, when you said, 'You are my life now,' that changed everything for me."
"It was true."
"I knew."
My hands were over his chest. I let my head and my hand rest over where his heart used to stir. "My life. My love. My forever." The song ended again and I took the earpiece out of my ear.
Soft rain started falling. He pushed me to sitting and looked at me. "Should we go?"
"No. Please."
And as he looked at me I saw something change in his eyes, and they flashed with desire. His hands were at my shoulders and they pulled off my cardigan. My white cotton button down was getting quickly soaked with rain. One by one, slowly, Edward unbuttoned my shirt. I could feel his arousal beneath me. I stayed very still as he peeled off the wet top.
He sat up and I folded my legs around his hips. Edward kissed me gently from my wrist, up my arm, to my shoulder. He brought his hands around my back and easily undid the bra clasp there. He held his hands still, not letting my bra fall. I put one hand over my breasts, and with the other I reached around to intertwine my fingers with his. I guided one of his hands down to my side. He moved his other hand to gently hold my waist.
"Are you OK with this?"
"Are you?"
It was our cue, and we smiled a silly smile at one another. I lowered my bra and breathed deeply as I felt warm raindrops fall on my bare breasts. Edward's mouth was on my breast in an instant. I recognized the feel of his teeth protected by his lips, as his nipped and sucked there. He sought out my other breast with his hand. I closed my eyes; this was always too much. It would take me an eternity to get used to this.
Then he wound his arms around me, and pulled my body into his, his hard lips crushing mine in his kiss. He was like water and ice, the rain streaming over his solid features as smoothly as over stone.
"Edward, I want to feel your body against mine, please," I begged tugging at his summer sweater. He didn't need any more prompting. His shirt was torn off of his body like tissue paper, and he pulled me in again. The feel of my breasts against his wet icy skin was enough to set all of my nerve endings on fire. We both ran our hands along each other's backs, our lips never leaving the other's mouth. It was like pressing myself against a monument, against the edge of a cliff, but one that was pulling me in as well.
And then his hands were on my bottom, and were very gently pulling me towards him. I felt him, long and very cold, between my legs. His hands relaxed, then pulled in again. Oh. My. God. Edward had never initiated anything like this before, ever. I responded automatically, rubbing myself up against him. It was hard to continue kissing as my breathing became fitful and labored. My heart was beating in an unlikely pattern as well. I knew he felt it hammering against his chest.
Then his cold hands were on my thighs, under the edge of my skirt, tracing some unknown pattern there, moving higher with each rotation. Finally they hit the edge of my panties, and he traced the edge back toward my behind. His hands rested there, over my dampening underwear and he gently pulled me in again.
I thought I might explode. I had hoped that this was something Edward actually wanted. I had tried to pretend that he wasn't just going along with me. But now he was asking. I was floored. My head was spinning and my breathing was erratic. The rain only seemed to intensify the infectious scent wafting off of him. I had to stop myself. I pulled away, closed my eyes and took a breath.
It was only then that I realized that this was Edward's standard move. I couldn't hide the smile from my lips.
"Bella, I'm sorry. I, I - I didn't . . ."
I loved that he couldn't find the words to explain himself. It was so human, and so touching, and I understood him completely. I'm sure it was how I felt each time we embraced and went too far.
"No, don't apologize! I just needed a second."
I could tell by his look that he wasn't sure if he trusted my excuse.
"You're OK?"
"Better than OK." I experimentally moved myself against him, purposefully meeting his glance. Then I leaned in to lightly brush my lips against his, letting my nipples gently rub his chest.
"You're incorrigible." His arms were around me again, and we were moving against each other again. This time I was prepared and didn't stop.
Edward tipped me back and gently laid me on the ground. I looked up to see his bronze hair hanging in wet waves in his eyes, water streaming over his face, and across his chest. I took a deep involuntary breath. "You are so beautiful," I said in a whisper, without thinking.
"Not compared to you," Edward responded, raking his eyes over my body. "You know I love you?"
"Of course. And you know I love you," I added.
Edward's eyes lit up, golden flecks swimming in sunshine, "I do," he smiled. "Do you know how long I've wanted this?" he asked, lowering himself onto my bare chest.
"No." I said easily. "I only hoped."
He pulled his face to mine and his eyes were desperately intense. "I couldn't let you know. I couldn't trust myself."
"But now?"
"Faith?"
"What changed?"
"I did."
This was all said between kisses, as he gently rubbed the length of himself against me, sending shock waves through my body. I couldn't speak anymore, and I tried to pull him closer.
"Bella, I still have to be careful. I could never forgive myself if I hurt you."
"Let me show you how careful you have to be." I asked, grasping his hips and pulling them toward mine. And he let me. I moaned.
"Isabella." Edward hissed.
And one of his hands moved up the length of my thigh and gently held my hip too. His fingers wrapped themselves through the band of my panties and he gently tugged. He stopped himself and looked up, but before he could say anything I pre- empted him, "Are you?" was all I said, with what I hoped was a seductive look in my eyes.
Edward's mouth was on mine, his tongue was in my mouth, my panties were at my ankles, and all that was between myself and the rest of the world, was my rain- drenched linen skirt. Edward wasn't letting that get in the way.
My breath was coming and going in fits and starts and my heart was hammering in my head. A cool and hesitant hand felt its way up my inner thigh. Edward sat back again, and pulled me onto his lap. "It feels safer if you lead, I don't want to hurt you."
How could I say no to that? I couldn't. I held his face in my hands as I kissed him deeply. He wound one arm around my bare back, and with the other he was under my skirt, holding my bare hip. I was a spark, a flame; I was detached from my body and more aware of it than ever before. I stopped thinking and my body took over. My hand moved down Edward's chest and sought out the button of his jeans. I felt the deep growl rumble through his chest before it's sound registered in my mind. He immediately took his hands off of me and clenched them at his side.
Edward pulled away from my mouth just long enough to whisper, "Bella, I need you to tell me that we should wait." And then his lips were back on my mouth. What he said was so low and so quick, and my mind wasn't exactly working, so it didn't fully register. I gave up on the wet button and felt for his fly. He pulled away again, "You have to tell me to wait right now, or we won't." And then he pressed his mouth to mine and wound his hands in my hair.
Wait? I didn't want to wait. We were getting married in four days. I couldn't wait.
But no, this was Edward, my Edward. Waiting until marriage meant the world to him. I had to marshal every once of willpower I could find. I took a second to savor the feel of him against me, the pressure of his erection against me, and then in a shaky and breathless voice I said it.
"Edward, we should wait."
They were the magic words. He relaxed his embrace. I was the masochist this time and pulled my arms around him closer, but settled for tucking my head into his chest. I tried to catch my breath.
Edward's hands were still knotted in my wet hair, but it was a more relaxed gesture somehow. "Thank you," he said quietly in my ear.
"Don't mention it?" I had half a mind to take it back. I looked up at Edward, "What happened to reining it in?"
He looked sheepishly down at me, and ran his hand though his wet and tousled hair. A tingling sensation ran over the length of my body. "Would you understand what I meant if I said I was only human?"
The change of context from the first time Edward asked me this question wasn't lost on me.
"Bella, I told you I didn't trust myself to tell you how I felt. After a century or so, some self-knowledge is a given."
I sighed. My breathing was steady now, even if my heart was still hammering in my chest.
"Really my love, four days isn't that long." I didn't know if he was trying to convince himself or me. Four days seemed like a couple lifetimes to me right now. But when I thought about what awaited me afterwards, what seemed almost guaranteed now, I blushed.
Edward misread my blushing and gently lifted me off of his lap to look for my clothes. My modesty took a minute to catch up with the rest of me, and I suddenly thought some cloth between myself and the forest might not be such a bad idea. I was grateful when he handed me all of my loose articles of clothing. But one look at my wet, bedraggled undergarments and I shivered.
Edward grinned mischievously. "No, you're right, I think you'll have to do without these." And he tucked my bra and panties into his back pocket.
My eyes must have been as large as saucers. "Who are you, and what did you do to my fiance?" I laughed a little as I pulled on my soaked shirt and struggled with the wet buttons, blushing. A strong gust of wind picked that moment to blow through the meadow, making my skirt, blouse and wet hair billow around me.
And suddenly I was in Edward's arms again, his hands gently rubbing my hips. "You're sure about waiting?" His eyes were golden fire, just inches from mine.
"Me? Am I sure?" When did this happen? But I guess it had. My mind reeled at the thought. "Yes Edward, I think we should wait until after we're married. It's too important to you, and. . ." My voice trailed off as I tried to get the rest of the sentence out, "and to me." I couldn't believe I'd said it. I was more startled that I believed it.
"You always surprise me," he said, and he began deftly buttoning the shirt that I was struggling with, chuckling to himself. I was glad I had the damp cardigan, because my shirt left little to the imagination. Edward, of course, was left with no shirt at all.
"We should go back to my place," Edward suggested. "Even though we'll be husband and wife in a few days, I still don't feel right bringing you back to Charlie like this, and his hand trailed up toward my bare bottom. I swatted it away.
"I can't go back to your house like this!"
"Bella, whose parents would you rather face?"
Well, put that way, it was an easy decision. "If you'd prefer it, we'll just sneak you in and get you up to Alice's room. We'll find something there. But I don't think anyone would mind our appearance in the least."
Then he pulled me into him again. Was he going to ask again? Really, this would wear me down easily. "Bella, I just wanted to thank you for telling me to stop today. I don't have the words to tell you how much it means to me right now. I promise to be on my best behavior until we are legally wed, for the both of us. You have my word."
"Does your best behavior include holding onto my panties?" I teased and tried to grab for them in his back pocket. But I may as well have been trying to catch a shooting star in my hands. Edward was more than too fast for me. "You won't be able to dodge me like that forever, Edward Cullen."
"I look forward to the day, Isabella Swan," and he put his arms around me and lifted me off the ground for a kiss. I kissed him back ferociously.
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