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Happy Valentines Day Everyone!
I hope everybody's alright.
And don't be sad! They're more than one Person or a special Person who loves you. You can always feel to be loved, even if you're alone in your Room right at the Moment. Please remember this!
Because I own the English Original now:
(Some Bella - Edward Parts -'cause they're so rare)
"Don't be afraid," he murmured, his velvet voice unintentionally seductive. "I Promise..." He hesitated. "I swear not to hurt you."
He seemed more concerned with convincing himself than me.
"Don't be afraid," he whispered again as he stepped closer, with exaggerated slowness. He sat sinuously, with deliberately unhurried movements, till our faces were on the same level, just a foot apart.
--
"I was afraid...because, for, well, obvious reasons, I can't stay with you. And I'm afraid that i'd like to stay with you, much more than I should."
I looked down at his hands as I spoke. It was difficult for me to say this aloud.
"Yes," he agreed slowly. "That is something to be afraid of, indeed. Wanting to be with me. That's really not in your best Interest."
I frowned.
"I should have left long ago," he sighed. "I should leave now. But i don't know if I can."
"I don't want you to leave," I mumbled pathetically, staring down again.
"Which is exactly why I should. But don't worry. I'm essentially a selfish creature. I crave your company too much to do what I should."
"I'm glad."
"Don't be!" He withdrew his hand, more gently this time; his voice was harsher than usual. Harsh for him, still more beautiful than any human voice. It was hard to keep up - his sudden mood changes left me always a step behind, dazed.
"It's not only your company I crave! Never forget that. Never forget I am more dangerous to you than I am to anyone else."
--
He met my eyes again, and they were surprisingly tender.
"And for all that", he continued, "I'd have fared better if i had exposed us all at that first moment, than if now, here - with no witnesses and nothing to stop me - I were to hurt you."
I was human enough to have to ask. "Why?"
"Isabella." He pronounced my full name carefully, then playfully ruffled my hair with his free hand. A shock ran trough my body at his casual touch.
"Bella, I couldn't live with myself if I ever hurt you. You don't know it's tortured me." He look down, ashamed again."The thought of you, still, white, cold..to never see you blush scarlet again, to never see that flash of intuition in your eyes when you see trough my pretenses... it would be unendurable." He lifted his glorious, agonized eyes to mine. "You are the most important thing to me now. The most important thing to me ever."
--
He raised his free hand and placed it gently on the side of my neck. I sat very still, the chill of his touch a natural warning - a warning telling me to be terrified. But there was no feeling of fear in me. There were, however, other feelings...
--
"It seems to be... much easier for you, now, to be close to me."
"Does it seem that way to you?" he murmured, his nose gliding to the corner of my jaw. I felt his hand, lighter than a moth's wing, brushing my damp hair back, so that his lips could touch the hollow beneath my ear.
Much, much easier," I said,trying to exhale.
"Hmm."
"So i was wondering...," I began again, but his fingers were slowly tracing my collarbone, and I lost my train of thought.
"Yes?" he breathed.
"Why is that," my voice shook, emberrasing me, "do you think?"
I felt the tremor of his breath on my check as he laughed. "Mind over matter."
--
"That was the first night I came here. I wrestled all night, while watching you sleep, with the chasm between what I knew was right, moral, ethical, and what I wanted.
I knew that if I continued to ignore you as I should, or if I left for a few years, till you were gone, that someday you would say yes to Mike, or someone like him. It made me angry.
"And then," he whispered, "as you were sleeping, you said my name. You spoke so clearly, at first I thought you'd woken. But you rolled over restlessly and mumbled my name once more, and sighed. The feeling that coursed trough me then was unnerving, staggering. And i knew I couldn't ignore you any longer."
He was silent for a while, probably listening to the suddenly uneven pounding of my heart.
--
"Do you want me to leave?"
"No!" I said too loudly.
He laughed, and then began to hum that same, unfamiliar lullaby; the voice of an archangel, soft in my ear.
More tired than I realized, exhausted from the long day of mental and emotional stress like i'd never felt before, I drifted to sleep in his cold arms.
--
"Shall I explain how you are tempting me?" he said.
It was clearly a rhetorical question. His fingers traced slowly down my spine, his breath coming more quickly against my skin. My hands were limp on his chest, and I felt lightheade again. He tilted his head slowly and touched his cool lips to mine for a second time, very carefully, parting them slightly.
--
Did i already told you that i'm absolutely in Love with Edward? I really Love him. I want an Edward for myself ! XD
Ha ha Book Fangirl! (I'm a Bookseller, i can be in Love with a Book, yupp - don't look at me like this)
I hope everybody's alright.
And don't be sad! They're more than one Person or a special Person who loves you. You can always feel to be loved, even if you're alone in your Room right at the Moment. Please remember this!
Because I own the English Original now:
(Some Bella - Edward Parts -'cause they're so rare)
"Don't be afraid," he murmured, his velvet voice unintentionally seductive. "I Promise..." He hesitated. "I swear not to hurt you."
He seemed more concerned with convincing himself than me.
"Don't be afraid," he whispered again as he stepped closer, with exaggerated slowness. He sat sinuously, with deliberately unhurried movements, till our faces were on the same level, just a foot apart.
--
"I was afraid...because, for, well, obvious reasons, I can't stay with you. And I'm afraid that i'd like to stay with you, much more than I should."
I looked down at his hands as I spoke. It was difficult for me to say this aloud.
"Yes," he agreed slowly. "That is something to be afraid of, indeed. Wanting to be with me. That's really not in your best Interest."
I frowned.
"I should have left long ago," he sighed. "I should leave now. But i don't know if I can."
"I don't want you to leave," I mumbled pathetically, staring down again.
"Which is exactly why I should. But don't worry. I'm essentially a selfish creature. I crave your company too much to do what I should."
"I'm glad."
"Don't be!" He withdrew his hand, more gently this time; his voice was harsher than usual. Harsh for him, still more beautiful than any human voice. It was hard to keep up - his sudden mood changes left me always a step behind, dazed.
"It's not only your company I crave! Never forget that. Never forget I am more dangerous to you than I am to anyone else."
--
He met my eyes again, and they were surprisingly tender.
"And for all that", he continued, "I'd have fared better if i had exposed us all at that first moment, than if now, here - with no witnesses and nothing to stop me - I were to hurt you."
I was human enough to have to ask. "Why?"
"Isabella." He pronounced my full name carefully, then playfully ruffled my hair with his free hand. A shock ran trough my body at his casual touch.
"Bella, I couldn't live with myself if I ever hurt you. You don't know it's tortured me." He look down, ashamed again."The thought of you, still, white, cold..to never see you blush scarlet again, to never see that flash of intuition in your eyes when you see trough my pretenses... it would be unendurable." He lifted his glorious, agonized eyes to mine. "You are the most important thing to me now. The most important thing to me ever."
--
He raised his free hand and placed it gently on the side of my neck. I sat very still, the chill of his touch a natural warning - a warning telling me to be terrified. But there was no feeling of fear in me. There were, however, other feelings...
--
"It seems to be... much easier for you, now, to be close to me."
"Does it seem that way to you?" he murmured, his nose gliding to the corner of my jaw. I felt his hand, lighter than a moth's wing, brushing my damp hair back, so that his lips could touch the hollow beneath my ear.
Much, much easier," I said,trying to exhale.
"Hmm."
"So i was wondering...," I began again, but his fingers were slowly tracing my collarbone, and I lost my train of thought.
"Yes?" he breathed.
"Why is that," my voice shook, emberrasing me, "do you think?"
I felt the tremor of his breath on my check as he laughed. "Mind over matter."
--
"That was the first night I came here. I wrestled all night, while watching you sleep, with the chasm between what I knew was right, moral, ethical, and what I wanted.
I knew that if I continued to ignore you as I should, or if I left for a few years, till you were gone, that someday you would say yes to Mike, or someone like him. It made me angry.
"And then," he whispered, "as you were sleeping, you said my name. You spoke so clearly, at first I thought you'd woken. But you rolled over restlessly and mumbled my name once more, and sighed. The feeling that coursed trough me then was unnerving, staggering. And i knew I couldn't ignore you any longer."
He was silent for a while, probably listening to the suddenly uneven pounding of my heart.
--
"Do you want me to leave?"
"No!" I said too loudly.
He laughed, and then began to hum that same, unfamiliar lullaby; the voice of an archangel, soft in my ear.
More tired than I realized, exhausted from the long day of mental and emotional stress like i'd never felt before, I drifted to sleep in his cold arms.
--
"Shall I explain how you are tempting me?" he said.
It was clearly a rhetorical question. His fingers traced slowly down my spine, his breath coming more quickly against my skin. My hands were limp on his chest, and I felt lightheade again. He tilted his head slowly and touched his cool lips to mine for a second time, very carefully, parting them slightly.
--
Did i already told you that i'm absolutely in Love with Edward? I really Love him. I want an Edward for myself ! XD
Ha ha Book Fangirl! (I'm a Bookseller, i can be in Love with a Book, yupp - don't look at me like this)