Taken from the T25 prompt 'Awkward.

It had taken a few cycles of school until he felt he could bear it. It frustrated him. No one else in this strange little coven he had found himself in may have picked up on it but he knew Alice desperately wanted to try one of those end of school year 'dances' the humans were so crazy about.

It wasn't until their fourth school that he could finally say yes, and thereafter he made sure he took her once - just once - at every new school.

And it was at these dances, and later in the hallways once the times became less conservative, or when he'd found himself trapped in a 'mall' with no immediate escape and she just knew - that they'd always hear it.

"How awkward. They don't even fit."

And hell, it wasn't only humans who would express the sentiment. It had driven Edward to distraction - poor, lonely Edward who'd been thrilled to click so famously with his little wife - trying to figure out how they worked together. When Carlisle had taken them to Denali to his friends who resided there more or less permanently, those harpy sisters had been much more vocal. Jasper didn't even pay them the courtesy of acknowledgement. Alice laughed in their faces. Rosalie mocked them for jealousy.

It was true in some ways, though. She was tiny and he towered over her. Everything about her was small and delicate, whereas he was broad and strong. She was far fiercer than she looked and he could be much softer. She was perfect, unblemished, pristine; he was scarred, impure, at times morally dubious... and he would always believe nowhere near good enough for her.

When they danced a waltz, she'd have to tip-toe on his toes. In an embrace she could not nuzzle his neck, but his chest. He couldn't even rest his head atop hers at the same time. And a kiss, oh a kiss; a kiss was almost laughable. Trained dancers - the ballerinas of Russia - would be jealous of her straight little toes. They would never manage it pressed as close as lovers should be, if one took those scandalous little love stories in the back of book stores as gospel. His arms would brace the base of her back and he would dip her back, just a shade. Then he would lean down - and lean, and lean - and then, then, they could press their lips - his full and pouting, hers small and sweet - together in a gentle kiss.

Awkward, perhaps. But only to those who hadn't met the one worth the effort.