Twilight: Colors in the Darkness (oneshot)
I do not own anything in this story.
WARNING! LEMON INSIDE!
*NOTE*
I moved this from fanfiction.net due to mature content.
Dedicated to kotaxvampire. You deserve it girlie.
Colors in the Darkness
I walked up the pathway to our new home. I could hear my cane scrape against the sidewalk to the new house I was sharing with my husband Edward. "Jazz stop" he said and I waited. "I want to describe it to you. All of it both the outside and in."
"Alright" I chuckled. I loved when he did this. Even if I couldn't see he made the images for me.
"OK. The house is one story tall so it's like when we used to sit on the roof of my grandmother's house. That's how it would feel. The shingles are brownish-gray so if they were a feeling they would be sandpaper. The house is painted cream and if you could taste it, it would be buttermilk. There are four windows out front with six panes each like the ridges of a rectangular waffle." I chuckled at that. "Shut up I'm doing my best" he huffed.
"Go on" I urged with a smile.
He cleared his throat and said "the shutters and door are a deep forest green like the feel of lush grass under your fingers at night." I felt him take my hand and squeeze it. It felt like sandpaper and velvet combined. "That's all for the front. Let's go inside. He walked ahead of me on the path and I followed his footsteps and used my cane. I heard a scratching and clunking then the sound of shoes on hardwood indicating he'd opened the door and stepped in.
My cane hit a step and I stepped up. Once I was in listened. There were swishing sounds like of ceiling fans and a click indicating he'd turned on the light. He took a deep breath. "OK the floors are cherry red like a cool, flat, Dr. Pepper. To the left is the dining room. It has a table a few shades lighter than the floor like if the soda pop was warmer. There are four chairs that have straight backs that curl at the top like if you're holding a scroll of paper in your hands with the weight of part of it hanging down. There is a ceiling fan with dark brown wood like eating cool milk chocolate." I heard him walk ahead more and followed. "The kitchen is the same flooring like we requested and has stainless steel appliances like that one time we decided to find out what a penny tastes like if it's frozen. The cupboards are what the designer called 'steel blue' which…" he trailed off and I heard a ruffling indicating he was running his hand through his hair and thinking. I heard a clack meaning he had snapped his fingers. "Like the feel of a cold wind on a snowy day!"
I chuckled and leaned toward his voice until I kissed his cheek. "I knew I married a poet for some reason" I teased.
He huffed. "I'm a freelance photographer! The poetry is unprofessional."
"Yeah well I've held your photos and I have to say I'm not impressed." He snickered and whacked my arm for the joke.
"Smartass." He cleared his throat. "That's pretty much it for interesting things in the kitchen." He stepped around me and walked ahead. He had picked up the habit of wearing loud shoes so I could hear his footsteps better when I had a double ear infection and everything was muffled. It was just habit now. He stopped and patted something in front of him with a semi-hard 'poof' noise. "This is the family room. In front of me is a cushy black leather couch that reminds me of being underwater like when we skinny dipped one night in Mr. James' pond." I chuckled at the memory. "The TV is on top of gray plastic DVD shelf. It's like the feel of outdoor plastic playground equipment. The TV itself is as large as a presentation board and is sleek like slick plastic and jet black like the feel of being splashed with ice water."
"Babe you forgot the walls" I reminded him.
"Oh yeah the walls are all flat forest green like we planned. Imagine the smell of pine needles. Well actually the kitchen had lightish blue walls like the smell of baby powder." I heard him turn and walk to my left. "This has a hall way and" I heard him opening a door. "This is just a broom closet nothing special." I heard him turn around and open a door across from it but a little further down. "This is the bathroom." There was a clack and I knew he had turned on the lights. "Its red painted up top like the feel of a deep red wine. Below it is white wallpaper with gold swirls like going really high on a swing. The utilities are white like the feel of cool printer paper. The faucets and knobs on the sink are gold like the feel of semi-wet sand in your hands." He turned and got out then headed down the hall a little more and opened the door to what had to be the bedroom. I followed him in and I heard him close the door and another clack only more metallic indicated he had turned on a bedside lamp.
I felt my way to the bed and sat on it with a poof. "How about here?"
"The floors are the same. The bed is cherry red like the table. The walls are brown like melted caramel. The sheets are chocolate brown like milk chocolate melting in your mouth." I raised an eyebrow at his slightly erotic description. He approached me and sat on the bed next to me. "The lamp is a reddish brown like my hair." He took my hand and placed in his hair then leaned close to me. "Like the feel of a rose petal."
I swallowed. "Is that all?"
He chuckled. "Hardly. But the rest is more of hands on experience." I felt him remove my sunglasses and take my can then there were clatters as he placed them on the bedside table. He began undoing my shirt and I felt around to do his. Once mine was open he licked my nipple and bit it and I moaned.
"Christening the house are we" I panted. My nipples were my sensitive spot and if worked right could have me panting in seconds. It was totally unfair but at the same time felt great. I focused on moving my hands over the ridges of his abs until I reached his chest. "Take off your shoes and socks babe" I murmured and he pulled back until I heard two thumps from his shoes hitting the floor. I felt a tugging on my own feet and I let him take mine off for me. I could do it myself but he was already there. He climbed back next to me and I felt his chest again. I opened his belt and he took off his pants and boxers. I grabbed his erection and began stroking and he gasped out a curse. His hands were fumbling now with my own pants and I snickered. Finally I heard my belt come undone and lifted to let him take off my pants and boxers. He got off the bed and I heard a rustling of fabric indicating he was searching his pants for lube. I chuckled. "You're always prepared huh?"
He climbed back into bed again and murmured against my lips. "Yup." He moved to my ear and murmured "close your eyes babe" and I did with a smile. Predictably he placed dozens of butterfly kisses on my eyelids like he did since we began dating and I first showed him my eyes. He physically expressed he loved me blindness and all each time he did it. I heard him manage to open the lube and I leaned back and spread my legs. I felt a wet finger enter me and forced myself to relax. "You're so beautiful" he murmured.
"I'll take your word for it" I replied and he smacked my arm lightly with his free hand. He added a second finger.
"You are. Inside and out." At that moment he hit my prostate and I cried out. Being blind my other senses were heightened and what is normally a strong physical feeling in some is enough to make me incoherent and whimpering for more. He knew that and it was why he was afraid to top me at first. Finally he added a third finger and stroked me because he knew it hurt.
I barely managed to get out "baby you have to stop that or I'll come now." Instead of stopping he sped up his motions and stoked my prostate harder. "FUCK!" I yelled as I came. He withdrew his fingers and I spread my trembling legs more.
I felt him at my entrance and I nodded and he slowly entered me. We both let out a long low groan. "You feel so good baby" he murmured and took my hands and kissed my palms. Palms that I usually relied on as most people do their eyes. He placed them on his shoulders and began to move. I wrapped my legs around him and moved along with him. I started begging incoherently for him to be harder and faster but he understood. When I began clawing at his back he started stroking me and I thrashed my head on the pillow it had landed on. The feelings were overwhelming me again and I was having trouble handling all of it at once.
"Close. So close" I managed to get out. He did a hard thrust against my prostate and twisted the head of my erection and I exploded. Every cell of my body was slammed with wave after wave of pleasure and I couldn't hear. Normally that would have scared me to death but I was incapable of feeling fear at the moment. I felt him release in me gasping he loved me.
He pulled out and managed to get us under the covers. "That" he murmured sleepily "was our color."
"I like it the best" I said as I kissed his head and fell asleep dreaming of his voice.
Thank you if you enjoyed this but I do not intend on expanding it because it nearly killed me to get out.