This, Dear Reader, is what I call a 'Waffle'.
You see, when properly crafted, 'Waffles' are fluffy(hee-hee-hee), sweet(aw!), and syrupy(ooh, la la!).
And there are so many things you can do with them!
You can eat 'em with blueberries, blackberries, raspberries, bananas, whipped cream (for extra thick and meaningful sweetness), butter (ahem!), powdered sugar (for light, playful fun)...the list goes on!
So! Prepare yourself for ultimate fluffy-Wafflage! Whoop!
(Dear, dear, I'm really hungry now)
Mmm...home-made bread, fresh from the oven, slathered lovingly in...butter.
I was in the kitchen of the Cullens' blissfully empty house in Canada with Edward, my husband of nearly two weeks. The house was beautiful, of course, at least, I think it was; I wasn't really paying attention to decor or structure while we were there--well, not the house's structure, anyway...heh-heh...
I had wanted to make something to eat myself; Edward had put some serious restrictions on how much I was allowed to "work." I had decided on bread.
Best decision of my life...besides marrying Edward, of course.
As mentioned previously, I was with Edward, and he was watching me eat with a sort of glazed, far-off look, which was normal these days.
I took another bite, closing my eyes and sighing with satisfaction.
"You know," I said dreamily, "butter is the center of the galaxy."
Edward chuckled and ruffled my hair and said affectionately, "That's strange; I 'd been under the impression for quite some time that you were the center of the galaxy."
I turned to him and said solemnly, "Only so long as I am holding a stick of butter and zealously revolving around the center of the universe."
"Center of the universe, eh? And what might that be?"
I rolled my eyes disparagingly and threw my arms around him, momentarily abandoning my enticing slice of delectable scrumptiousness for something even more delicious (ha ha, Edward is delicious!).
"Why, you are, of course!"
In the next instant I was being held hostage, completely helpless, against the sofa. Not that I minded,...in fact, this was just the kind of reaction I had been plotting towards(mwah-hah-hah).
I giggled; my own deviousness never ceased to amaze me--and, lately, it had been paying off quite nicely. I reign supreme!
"I beg to differ," he purred.
Who would have thought that four words could be so utterly seductive?
At the moment, Edward was busying himself with my neck...and jaw...collarbone...shoulder...so I soon lost track of everything else. I was on the brink of crazed lunacy, when, at last, he brought his mouth to mine, releasing me from the clutches of on-coming insanity.
"You've been...absurdly...romantic...today," he mumbled into the kiss.
"Well, you've been...absurdly...encouraging," he pulled back to let me finish, "so it's your own fault," I pointed out breathlessly. I could feel my chest heaving in a noble effort to keep enough oxygen flowing to my poor, deprived brain and body.
He grinned lopsidedly, his eyes burning.
"I never said that I was complaining," he growled teasingly, and my heart stuttered at his tone.
I quickly gasped for a mouthful of air before he commenced another attack on my oxygen supply. The corners of his mouth quirked upward as his lips laid siege to mine, quite clearly in triumph.
I wasn't going to let hm win this one.
Somehow I managed to get into a more proper sitting position and then lean Edward against the cushions, all without falling off the couch or interrupting our, erm, non-verbal discussion. I was determined to emerge victorious. I just needed to figure out how.
The exact rules of this sort of game between Edward and I were never quite clear, and they always seemed to change a bit according to every situation--usually in Edward's favor, so he almost always won. My tactics were improving swiftly, however.
Edward's hands were beginning to tangle my hair into a ridiculous mess, so I pulled minefrom around his neck to tug on his arms.
"Careful; I just...brushed...my hair," I managed to get out between kisses. I could feel his cold form quaking minutely in silent laughter. Normally, I wouldn't have cared about my hair so much, but the way he was going, it would take at least half an hour to sort through the rat's nest that was forming. Slowly, his hands un-knotted themselves and trailed down my neck, then descended my spine till they took a detour to my waist. I shivered.
"Sorry," he mumbled.
I smirked--well, sort of;his mouth was kind of in the way.
"No...you're not; you're...smiling." He was, too; I could feel his lips pull taught through our kiss.
Suddenly, my back was pressed against the wall, and I was staring up into a pair of impossibly golden, burning orbs, which were dancing with mischief.
I then noticed that Edward was holding my fore-arms above my head.
"Would you care to repeat that accusation, sweetheart?" His breath fanned my face, filling my senses, and I squirmed helplessly.
"Edward!" I protested weakly.
What was he talking about? Oh, yeah; I'd insisted that he wasn't truly sorry.
I wriggled again, which just made him all the more pleased with himself.
Finally, I sighed in defeat. "Ugh. Okay. Apology accepted. But you're being totally ridiculous," I informed him.
Then he tilted his head and his lips brushed along my neck again. Naturally, my pulse went into high gear, and I flushed a bit.
"Am I?" he murmured silkily into my skin.
I took in a shaky breath.
"Y-yes...yes. Totally,..utterly,...rid-ridiculous," I spluttered, not entirely certain of how much sense I was making.
He grinned briefly as he progressed to my neck, jaw, temple...back down again...
"Edward," I gasped.
"Are you trying to drive me insane?"
His whole frame shook, and his chilled breath made my skin tingle.
"That all depends..." he turned his head to work on the other side of my face. "Is it working?"
What. A. Jerk.
"I despise you..." I informed him--rather unimpressively, I might add.
Edward lifted his head to quirk an eyebrow at me.
"That's not what you said last night."
I made a truly noble effort to maintain a straight face, but I couldn't keep my mouth from twitching as it threatened to form a traiterously giddy smile of remembrance. I bit my lip, and attempted to ignore the faint blush that had alighted on my cheeks.
"Well...I can change my mind, can't I?"
"Doesn't make much difference if you can't go anywhere," he said pointedly.
I couldn't help smiling now; my current predicament wasn't really so bad...
...except that it was rather difficult to maneuver, and my pinkie was falling asleep.
"Umm, yeah...about that." I struggled. "Can you let me go, now?"
He laughed darkly.
"Oh, no, I don't think that I can do that any time soon; those hands of yours are far too dangerous."
Then, a sudden thought occurred to me, causing a slow, almost sinister smile to spread across my face. I wrapped my leg around one of his, and, ever so gradually, slid it upward till my knee reached his hip. Then, I tightened my grip with a sharp movement. Edward froze in shock. Then he closed his eyes with a look of intense concentration, a strangled noise coming from his throat, and I swear he trembled a little.
I so rule.
"My hands aren't the only dangerous things about me," I told him in quiet, albeit smug, tones.
His eyes snapped open, a hungry and determined look about them. My breath caught.
I squealed as he scooped me up and ran purposefully to the bedroom.
The End (or, at least, that's the end of what you're allowedto see...heh-heh-heh)
A/I know that some of you might be wondering what's going on with 'Wake-up Call,' and don't worry! I decided to write more, and part III should be typed up and posted by next week...like, by the 7th or 8th, hopefully.
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