More sexy than romantic, but in BD during her first hunt:
“Hmm,” Edward said. I looked up to see him leaning casually against a tree
trunk, watching me with a thoughtful look on his face.
“I guess I could have done that better.” I was covered in dirt, my hair knotted, my
dress bloodstained and hanging in tatters. Edward didn’t come home from
hunting trips looking like this.
“You did perfectly fine,” he assured me. “It’s just that… it was much more difficult
for me to watch than it should have been.”
I raised my eyebrows, confused.
“It goes against the grain,” he explained, “letting you wrestle with lions. I was
having an anxiety attack the whole time.”
“I know. Old habits die hard. I like the improvements to your dress, though.”
“We could go back,” he said solemnly, but there was a teasing light in his eye.
“Whoever it was out there, if they were men, they probably wouldn’t even mind
death if you were the one delivering it.” His gaze ran over my ravaged dress again.
“In fact, they would think they were already dead and gone to heaven the moment
they saw you.”
He held out his hand to me. I took it, and his skin felt warmer than before. His
cheek was faintly flushed, the shadows under his eyes all but vanished.
I was unable to resist stroking his face again. And again.
I sort of forgot that I was waiting for a response to my request as I stared into his
shimmering gold eyes.
It was almost as hard as it had been to turn away from the scent of human blood,
but I somehow kept the need to be careful firmly in my head as I stretched up on
my toes and wrapped my arms around him. Gently.
He was not so hesitant in his movements; his arms locked around my waist and
pulled me tight against his body. His lips crushed down on mine, but they felt
soft. My lips no longer shaped themselves around his; they held their own.
Like before, it was as if the touch of his skin, his lips, his hands, was sinking right
through my smooth, hard skin and into my new bones. To the very core of my
body. I hadn’t imagined that I could love him more than I had.
My old mind hadn’t been capable of holding this much love. My old heart had not
been strong enough to bear it.
Maybe this was the part of me that I’d brought forward to be intensified in my
new life. Like Carlisle’s compassion and Esme’s devotion. I would probably never
be able to do anything interesting or special like Edward, Alice, and Jasper could
do. Maybe I would just love Edward more than anyone in the history of the world
had ever loved anyone else.
I could live with that.
I remembered parts of this—twisting my fingers in his hair, tracing the planes of
his chest—but other parts were so new. He was new. It was an entirely different
experience with Edward kissing me so fearlessly, so forcefully. I responded to his
intensity, and then suddenly we were falling.
“Oops,” I said, and he laughed underneath me. “I didn’t mean to tackle you like
that. Are you okay?”
He stroked my face. “Slightly better than okay.”
LOL, I could end up copying the whole of BD here...