I hate to say it, but I think I will make this the last chapter… I really loved writing this, like, a LOT! So I WILL do another one. I'll never do all-human though. What's the point? Then it wouldn't be a twilight fan fic, love to read em, but to write em…errrg. Please give me some great reviews to send my story off with a bang…
Ps, all I was thinking while writing this is 'short, sweet and tender' ok, just so you know… I DON'T OWN TWILIGHT OR ITS CHARACTERS!
My skin sparkled in the light. Was that my hand, or his? Whose breathing was that? I didn't know. I didn't think about anything other than the fact that Edward was with me. I barely noticed the soft breeze, or the tickling grass of the meadow. We really should have run further, but we were sure that Emmet wouldn't come near us in this place. Not if he wanted to be able to look either of us in the eye ever again. Edward lay on his back, holding me tightly to his chest, playing with my fingers, examining each one as if it was something new and exciting.
"I love you." I whispered. "No one has ever loved anyone more." I lifted my eyes slightly to see him smile.
"True, with one exception." He says, predictably.
"Not true."
"Prove it."
I sighed in mock agitation and placed my hands against each side of his face. I didn't need to do this, but it helped me concentrate. I forced my shield away from me and let my thoughts of him fill my mind…our first night together, our first time in the meadow, our engagement, our wedding, out honeymoon, last night… he was kissing me. I snapped, and so did my shield, protecting my thoughts once more.
"Oops…" he murmured against my lips, his voice muffled. I laughed.
"Do you think its safe to head back?"
"Yes." He replied, making no effort to move at all.
"Should we head back?"
"Yes." He replied, still making no effort to move. I tried one more time.
"Do you want to head back?"
"No." he smiled, finally cracking. Playfully, I smacked him round the face, knowing it won't hurt him. He looked at me pointedly and got up off his back. He went down into a crouch, ready to spring at me. I laughed.
"I'm not scared of you." I said, mirroring the words I said to him two years ago, at the beginning. He caught on quickly.
"You really shouldn't have said that." He leapt at me, wrapping his arms tightly around my waist in a protective, loving hold. Using my own energy, I rolled us down the meadow, until we hit the trees. I untangled myself from his grip and squatted to the floor. He lay on his back, propping himself up on his elbows.
"You wanna know something?" He asked. I kissed him once on the lips.
"What?"
"I really love you." I smiled at him.
"Yes, I think you do."