Author's Note: I had numerous stories in progress, but this idea came to me and I wrote it start to finish in a day. I hope you find it entertaining!
Of course, the characters belong to Stephenie Meyer.
"Please," I begged. "I want to."
"Bella, no. It isn't safe." His tone left no room for argument, but I wasn't giving up that easily.
"I know you can handle it."
"You hope I can handle it."
"I trust you, Edward; I trust you completely." I ran my hand over his chest. We were lying together in my bed, separated as usual by blankets. "When we're together, when we're kissing, you have to control yourself all the time. I can just forget about everything and enjoy how it feels, and you never can. I want you to have something that's just for you."
"It's fine. I'm fine. I love being with you. I love just being near you. I don't need you to do that."
"Haven't you been listening to me? I want to."
"It's not worth it."
"It's something special I can do for you. It's worth it to me. You know you'll like it. You can't tell me you won't. Let's just do it once and you can tell me afterwards if it was worth it."
"Bella!" he groaned in frustration. "Do you remember what I am?"
"Of course. I've thought about everything."
"I don't even want to discuss this insane idea, but I can see that you're not going to give it up until you've said everything you have to say. So go ahead."
"First, Alice," I said briskly.
"What about her?"
"I already cleared it with her. So she wouldn't be taken by surprise."
"You told Alice your idea?" Shock and dismay filled his voice.
"I had to. It has to be a secret. That much is obvious. And, well, I didn't think you would say yes right away, but as soon as you do—"
"If I ever do," he corrected.
"OK, if you do, she'll be able to see. And I didn't want her to panic and go running to Carlisle."
"Carlisle! Can you imagine what he would say about this?"
"I guess I can, which is why we're not telling him." He looked troubled. "We don't have to tell our parents everything, Edward. You don't seem to mind sneaking in here every single night right under Charlie's nose. You know he wouldn't approve. Why can't we hide something from Carlisle? Why can't we have something that's just between us?"
"Bella, you are too much."
"I'm an 18 year old girl who wants to please her..." I faltered. I peeked at his face. The corners of his mouth twitched into a smile as he waited for me to complete the sentence. I didn't speak.
"Go on," he encouraged. "Let me hear you say it."
"Fiancé," I pronounced stiffly. "Are you happy now?"
"I love you. I want to make you happy. Please let me do this!"
"You do make me happy already," he replied automatically. "What did Alice say?" His curiosity was a good sign, I thought. He was tempted by my idea. I just had to overcome all his scruples. "Shall I ask her myself?" Not only was he curious, he was impatient.
"She thought it was… a bit risky, but she understood why I want to. And I reminded her that she owed me for letting her do our wedding her way. She agreed it was up to us. She promised that she won't tell anyone unless she sees me actually getting hurt."
He frowned. "You know that doesn't mean anything. If you were to get hurt that way, it would be too fast for there to be any warning for her."
"You won't hurt me," I insisted. "That part doesn't matter. The point is that she agreed not to tell."
"OK, so you've got Alice conspiring with you. What else?"
"Well, we'll do it here, of course."
"Of course," he repeated flatly.
"Your house is out of the question. They'd all know right away."
He was silent for a while, his fingers idly caressing my face. Finally he spoke. "All right. I can see that it would be safe in the sense that only Alice would know. We wouldn't have to face anyone else's reaction. But that doesn't mean it's safe for you. What makes you so sure it won't be too much for me? Do you know what I could do to you?"
"Yes, Edward, I know," I said patiently. "But I also know that you won't. There have been plenty of times you could have hurt me, and you never have. This won't be any different."
He shook his head. "You have too much faith in me."
"You don't have enough faith in yourself," I countered. "I have one more argument for you." He gestured for me to continue. This was it, my ace in the hole. "If it turns out that this is something that you like, I wouldn't mind staying human longer."
His breath caught in his throat. "Are you serious?"
"Dead serious." He frowned again. "OK, completely serious," I amended.
We lay quietly again. He'd heard everything I had to say, and he hadn't said no yet. When he spoke, the sound of his voice, gentle and teasing, sent hope soaring within me. "Bella, what is your secret?"
"What do you mean?"
"How do you get me to do so many things that are against my better judgment? I'm older, bigger, stronger, faster—"
"Smarter," I added.
"But you always win." His crooked smile thrilled me.
I threw my arms around him. "Thank you so much! You will not regret this. It's going to be wonderful. You'll see."
He sighed. "I'm going along with this because you said you might delay your change."
"Not because you want to?" I challenged. He didn't reply. "Aha!" I crowed. "You do want to, at least a little bit."
"To coin a phrase, I'm only human. I think I'll enjoy it."
"Yes!" I was so excited. "That's what I want more than anything."
"I suppose you've already picked out a date for the big event."
I certainly had. "Tomorrow morning."
"Tomorrow?" he objected immediately.
"There's no time like the present. Charlie will be out fishing. We'll have the house to ourselves. Carpe diem."
"What about, you know, what we're going to need?"
"You can get that tonight, after I'm asleep."
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