Happy Birthday bb!! If I had the chance, I'd whisk you away for a birthday adventure filled with some capo, yoga, hot boys and cool drinks. Until then, here's a little something for you. Jen gave me the prompts and PerfectlyPersuasive beta'd them for me - thanks girls!
I hope you have a blissful birthday!
xoxo
YogaGal
Frame
I straightened the picture frame on my bedside table, wondering when it had fallen askew. It seemed like many things in my life had fallen askew lately. Looking around, most of my things had been put into boxes, packed up to head to storage or shuttled off for donation elsewhere. I was assured that anything I needed would be taken care of. And, yet, I still tried to cram as many personal things as I could into my small blue backpack. I hastily grabbed the frame, looking at the picture of Charlie and me out on a fishing boat. Tears stung the corners of my eyes as I shoved it into the backpack just as somebody walked swiftly up behind me.
"Bella...it's time to go."
Slide
Tears slide down my face as we drive away from my home. Saying goodbye to Charlie had been hard; worse even, since he had no idea where I was going. I clung to him, my tears staining his khaki uniform as he patted my head and attempted to whisper reassuring words into my hair. Despite knowing I was making the right choice, I don't think anyone could have reassured me of that in the moment. Instead, I wiped my face and put on a smile, telling him that I loved him and giving him a sad smile when he said, "See you soon, kiddo."
Supple
His fingers trailed over my hand, tracing the blue veins that lined the back of it liked a map. He smoothed over them with his thumb, as if amazed by how soft and supple my skin was.
"You know," he said as he continued to stroke my skin. "It won't always look like this."
I nodded and thought of wrinkled, age-spotted hands before looking at Edward's, admiring the cool, firm texture of them. He'd never age. He'd never get wrinkles. As I marveled at the thought, Edward kept on running his thumb over my own aging hands, as if he could stop time.
Bond
Our fingers now linked, we rested our heads against the soft, downy pillows, Edward whispering the sweetest words into my ear. Promises of love...devotion...forever. His words turned to sighs as clothing disappeared, and my hands couldn't help but explore his own body. Soft met hard as we came together, his cool skin providing relief for my overly heated body. As I struggled to catch my breath, I could see him staring at me, memorizing me, recording this moment. And, then, as his sweet lips found mine, he whispered against them.
"Bella, my love...it's time."
I closed my eyes, assuming fear would wash over me, but instead, just the flutter of anticipation, of being bonded to him forever, burned in my belly.
Exhale
Edward helped me into the silk gown I had chosen, before gingerly placing me back on the bed. Lifting my hand to his lips, he placed a kiss on my palm before trailing kisses up my arm, across my collarbone and over my heart.
"I love you," he whispered reverently, and I could almost see the apology in his eyes.
"I love you, too," I sighed. "Forever."
And with that, I closed my eyes, gave a final exhale and screamed like hell as Edward's teeth pierced my skin, his venom coursing throughout my blood, burning me. Changing me.
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