Abstinence

By: Ginger Snapp

Edward PoV.

UPDATE 2020: Edited for grammar and spelling but not content.

Bella and her human moments.

They were torture. Worse than her sent, her blood, everything. And between my vivid imagination (a result of spending too much time around Emmett) and my inhumanly sharp hearing, abstinence was more than I could handle.

I could hear every movement she made with her intoxicating body. I listened to the steps I heard routinely every night. The water turning on, a shirt hitting the floor. A stretch. A sigh. The clasp of her bra. The zipper of her pants, the thud as it they hit the floor.

I could practically hear the locks of her silky hair swish as she removed the hair tie and shook it out. I heard her enter the shower, and as her breathing slowed as her body reacted to the hot water, my imagination took over.

I could picture every soft, supple, curve of her body, usually hinted behind her clothes, now exposed….. I imagined laying next to Bella, the perfect curve of her back to me. I ran my hand around her calf and moved upward, running my hand over the thigh I could now hear her shaving. My fingers would trail across the perfect skin of her bottom. She would turn towards me, causing my hand to trail across her stomach, my hand grazed her perfect breasts, switching sides. I lightly ran my middle finger down, starting at her shoulder, tracing the imaginary line that separates her stomach from her backside. I would stop at her thigh this time, fitting my hand where her underwear would have stopped, had they been on…

"Edward?" Bella's worried voice startled me out of my fantasies. When I didn't answer, she quizzically searched my dreamy and slightly unfocused onyx eyes, and followed my gazed. Her cheeks turned bright red when she realized I was staring at her breasts, the ones I had been dreaming about moments ago….

Bella got situated, and I sipped silently under the coverlet. She was asleep before I could kiss her mouth. But I did anyway.

Multiple times.

When I returned from changing, it was only after I was next to Bella again that I realized she was in the same position that had intruded into my fantasies earlier that night.

Her breath enticed me, luring me closer, weakening my resistance on both accounts. Temptation for two, only weakened my abstinence against one.

"Which tempts you more, my body or my blood?"

I kissed Bella's forehead. Her heartbeats quickened, and I relished in the power to boil her blood, even in unconsciousness. My lips trailed across her jaw line and met her throat hungrily. I lay my head gently on her chest, listening to her heartbeat. But my mind was not on her heartbeats so much as the breasts I was listening through.

I traced patterns on her stomach and pressed my lips to the soft warm skin that Bella's shirt left exposed. The beast inside me roared for me to go further, to cross the boundary line that I myself had set….

"Which tempts you more, my body or my blood?"

Right now, it was fairly easy discerning which was winning at this point.

Abstinence is my least favorite word.

As I have gone back and edited very old stories for grammar and obvious mistakes, I have promised not to delete anything. However this one tempts me. If it weren't the first fanfiction I'd ever written...

This fits perfectly into the cliche of the young fanfction writer who had absolutely no idea what she was talking about. And I don't love the creepy overtones of temptation and non-con. I mean I know the story already had Edward watching her in her sleep, but as an adult I don't like this very much at all. Must... not... delete...