27. Reminiscing Prom

-   Edward, Cullen

It resonated through the room in thick vibrations of soft and sweet musical notes, the ivory keys responding instantly to the supple pressure and glide of her fingers across the keys. A pleasant shiver ran down my spine.

For it being her third successful try at Esme’s Favorite on the piano, Renesmee was quickly becoming the most productive at the instrument, besides myself. Of course, I’d had many more years to practice.

I hummed along with the last bar of the velvet tune; the song was malleable, dancing from the major to minor keys. It was secretive, desirable, dark, radiant, low, and high. It had been a surplus of the themes that ran through my immortal life when I had designed the music.

Renesmee’s fingers halted at the last keys, her face pinched a little as she chewed her bottom lip – another one of her mother’s diminutive attractive qualities that I loved. She was reflecting over why the tune had to the end, the last notes hanging in the air like a swarm. “Was it any better?” she asked, glancing at me with her adorable chocolate brown eyes.

“I’m tingling with anticipation, Ness. That was angelic,” I replied, ruffling her hair slightly to her strong distaste.

I knew she was behind us before her thoughts even invaded the personal bubble around myself and my daughter; the first brain wave I found was about some Christian Louboutin shoes. “He’s only saying that because you’re better than him, Ness,” Alice chimed.

I chuckled, biting back my subtle growl.

Alice then glared at me, her eyes solid circular bands of gold. She pointed at me sternly, “And you,” she scorned. “Don’t you dare touch her hair again, that took me hours to do.”

“By hours, don’t you mean minutes?” I answered, pushing her playfully.

“Don’t you be so boastful with me, dear brother,” she replied then pranced away, sensing Jasper’s presence walking towards the stairs. “You owe me, remember? After everything I’ve done and arranged, so quit your dramatic whining.”

I saluted her. “It will be my honor.”

Renesmee was giggling, her hands pressed over her mouth to muffle her laughter which sounded like peeling bells. “Now let’s try Dies Irae, by Mozart,” I suggested, directing my glance away from Alice and Jasper locking lips.

“One of your favorites,” Renesmee said, then she gave me that dazzling smile – my smile, according to Bella. This song was a lot more upbeat and energetic than the last; her fingers sprawled across the keys faster and more beautifully, seamlessly. My rib-cage rang with the vibrating notes.

In the distance I could hear Alice’s screaming thoughts. They were louder than usual and a growl ripped from my throat. “Don’t you even think about it, sister,” I hissed, raising an eyebrow. “Which would you prefer: my permission or that pair of Christian Louboutin heels – with the matching dress?”

“You’re just impossible, Edward. You’re going to make me choose?” she stomped her foot and a sly smile slid across Jasper’s face.

“Of course; it’s either one or the other,” I crooned, turning to watch Ness’s fingers dance over the keys, the room flooded with the buoyant and cheery theme. Upstairs, Esme and Carlisle were beaming with viral happiness, they loved this song.

“What am I missing out on?” My exquisite and striking wife – those words didn’t even describe her in half the detail I wanted – was leaning against the door frame, her glistening eyes like topaz jewels drilling into mine.

Ever since I met my Bella, my beautiful and inhumanly gorgeous Isabella, she was the only person that could make me feel unconscious, as if my immoral and dissolute immortal spirit fled from its prison of flesh and bone and soared towards the sky to heaven.

She was my eternal heaven. Like god’s perpetual angels had carved her face from the most innocent of marble, her lips as red as a blossomed rose, and her fan of mahogany hair that tickled my face when she leaned against my chest. Even just to stare at such a creature was ecstasy.

Bella looked at the ground, self-conscious of my gawking in front of people. My heart sighed.

“You look stunning, love,” I said through a smile then slid off the seat to stand before her, running my fingers over her prominent cheekbone to make sure everything was real – to reassure myself that I wouldn’t be pulled into purgatory at any minute and find out this blissful happiness was illusory.

“You do too,” she replied shyly, replaying my steps over my face in return.

Alice snorted and beckoned Renesmee and Jasper to go out hunting. They left using the back door in the kitchen, but not before Alice pulled away and whispered in my wife’s ear – no matter how low her chirping voice was, I could still hear it and the poorly disguised thought in her mind. Bella nodded softly and we were left to ourselves.

“So where are we going?” she asked silkily, her mood changing instantly as she pulled herself close to me, tracing circles with her fingertip over the cotton of my white shirt. Sparks shot from her fingers and it left trails of flames.

So maybe this was hell, flames licking at every inch of my skin with her intoxicating touch and breath against my face, even if it was, I’d take it without a hesitant doubt. “I thought you might like a special night out,” I began. “Especially after all your hard work lately with the wolves.”

“Sounds very enticing,” she chuckled darkly against my lips as she stood on her tip-toes.

“I agree,” I mumbled, our lips pressing together neatly, her arms wrapped around my neck tightly.

The taste of her lips was a combination of the most enthralling things I had loved when I was human – a banquet of wine, flowers at the peak of their bloom, fresh fruit and even a hint of mint toothpaste. “Come now, my lady. Our ride awaits,” I crooned, taking her arm and leading her towards the garage where we slipped into her red Ferrari.

The purr of the engine and the swiftness of the vehicle on the road was exhilarating, for a moment it silenced me as it filled my heart with a heavy elation. Then my own personal angel laid her head against my shoulder and my compulsive habit of breathing was torn away from me.

She literally took my stolen breaths away from me further, leaching them away with her beauty. “I love you,” she said and in return I pressed a soft kiss against her head. She snuggled in further.

The air of the car was smothered in the feelings of adoration and worship I held over my wife. We sped further down the roads until I finally pulled into the car-park. The rest of the building was abandoned since it was closed to the students now.

I pulled a strip of black cloth from under the seat. “Bella,” I asked lovingly, watching her eyes flicker open gracefully.

“Yes, love,” she mumbled, from the comfort of the arch in my neck. “Are we here?” She added.

“We are, but under Alice’s strict rules I need to blind-fold you.” I slipped her a cheeky grin and she agreed willingly. I knew she would be able to see through the thin cloth, but if I didn’t perform, Alice wouldn’t be impressed.

I helped her from the car with my arm, shut the door, and motioned her to follow my slow steps. Watching her walk somewhat blindly as I led her towards Fork’s High school Gym sent adoration bubbling in my chest. She’d do anything just to keep Alice happy.

“Even if it means I can’t look properly into your eyes for five minutes,” she stroked my face. “I’ll do it for her sake. She’s a tad prone to over-reaction if things don’t go according to her plans.”

I laughed joyfully, while swooping my wife up into my arms and pushing us through the door and into the gym where Alice had re-created our High school prom, where I had danced with Bella for the second time in my life. “This was all for you, just something to help us commemorate our beautiful memories,” I said as I unknotted the cloth blindfold and it fell away.

“Oh Edward,” she gaped, her mouth wide in surprise and eyes sparkling like jewels. “I-I don’t know what to say.”

“You can thank Alice. She’s the decorator. I’m only your oh-too-willing husband who wants to seduce his wife into ‘dinner’ and a gift.”

Bella threw her arms around my neck and knotted them tightly together; if I had blood it would be racing through my veins like live adrenaline. She glued her lips with mine, wrapping her legs around my waist in one swift movement.

Only then did I notice that she hadn’t even taken off her coat. I burned to see what striking outfit my wife was wearing for me. I felt under dressed knowing she would look like a cherub sent from God down to earth to torment me. “Would you like to eat, Mrs Cullen?” I questioned with a half-smile.

“I would love to join you, Mr Cullen. But, unfortunately I can’t until someone removes my coat, it will crease my outfit if I sit down with it on,” she teased. My senses were spiraling out of control. How could I deserve such a perfect creature?

“Let me.” I stood behind her, undoing the row of silver heart-shaped buttons and pulled the coat away from my shoulders carefully. I threw it onto the table, my eyes not departing from my angel. “I can’t remember ever telling my wife how breath-taking she looks in that dress.”

“Now, Edward,” she giggled, putting a finger to my lips, “Behave. And I think I forgot to mention how deliciously handsome you look tonight,” she whispered in my ear before we sat down.

I don’t know how Alice did it, but the dress my wife wore – silver and it slipped around her body effortlessly, the halter neck exposing her neck revealingly – just made her look more angelic than a mere man, or vampire, could imagine.

I poured us each a glass of mountain lion blood from a champagne bottle, and we sipped at it. We talked for endless hours about different things, our eyes never leaving each other. I reached over and grasped her hand, “Do you want your gift now?”

She took a deep breath. She hated being given gifts but, if she would let me, I would give her the world. Your heart is the best gift you’ve ever given me, she would tell me. “Alright, give it to me,” she smiled.

“It’s something I saw and thought of you and Renesmee. I have one for her as well – even one for Jacob, but I think Nessie might want to give it to him herself. I hope you like it,” I said then handed her a small velvet box.

Popping it open, a breath hitched in her throat, her golden iris’s melting and filling with an irresistible affection. “It’s beautiful, Edward. It’s the second best gift I have ever received.”

It was a vintage golden locket; and housed under an archetypal glass cabochon was a version of the Cullen crest. I hung it around her neck gingerly and clicked it into place; it was nestled against her collar-bone like it belonged there. “Renesmee has a small golden wolf attached to her’s,” I admitted.

Bella looked at me solemnly. “She’ll love it, just like I love this and you. So much,” she sung in her pure and saintly voice.

“Open it,” I directed, giving her my hand and pulling her from her seat and into the middle of the dance floor, wrapping my hands around her waist as we swayed to some distant music.

As she did, her eyes found the two pictures I had cut to size and placed inside – one of our daughter with Jacob and us, and the other was of our whole family all standing together.

We kissed furiously, her lips molded against mine. I couldn’t think about breathing as we held each other without a breath between us, like we were knotted together. From the music speakers, I could hear Bon Jovi’s “Always” playing. Bella smiled ecstatically. This is one of the songs I could tolerate, in a way it described the way I felt towards my goddess of a wife. She’s everything I could ever want or need.

The last trail of thoughts I had at Twilight, was Bella in my arms as we made love in the bed of petals scattered across the floor and the small vibrating sound of my phone notifying me of a text message or missed call.

I looked up from her lips, which were swollen with kisses as she traced patterns into the muscles of my back and gazed around for my phone. “Edward?” she asked.

“Yes, my goddess divine,” I replied, my voice saturated in my devotion and passion.

“Leave the darn phone.”

“What if it’s about the w–” I stumbled, bringing my words to a halt. Bella was the only person who had ever heard my voice shaky, and she was the only person to cure me of it. My wife was my medication to any injury.

“Come back,” she growled and then we were lost in pleasure as I kissed her fiercely and pulled her tightly against my body.

Optional Questions:

1.  What does Alice want to do, besides being given her Christian Louboutin shoes?

2.  What has Bella been doing for the wolves?

3.  Will Renesmee like her locket, and give Jacob his version?

4.  Who tried to phone, or texted Edward? And why?

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