Epilogue part two
Sitting atop the hillside, Edward turned to look at me. I was still searching the town for sight of familiar faces. I noticed the door to Carlisle's cottage pull open and the figure of a five year-old run out into the garden. Her dress was pale blue and her hair was dark like her mother's, like her Grandmother's before her.
I looked at Edward and indicated to the town. "Look." He turned his face to see what I was pointing at.
Catching sight of the little girl, he nodded. "She looks just like her mother."
I agreed. "And Mary Alice too."
Edward placed his hand on my knee. "Yes, she does."
I placed my hand on top of his and squeezed gently, then standing I turned my back on the town and faced the pair of gravestones on the crest of the hill. I had placed a bouquet of wildflowers atop each a few days prior, and due to the glorious weather we had been enjoying, the flowers still looked as pretty as the day I'd picked them.
I reached forward and stroked the names carved into the stone.
"Mary Alice Hale," I said softly, "and Jasper Hale," I finished.
"I miss them too." Edward stood behind me, his arms wrapping around my waist to hold me close, his face was in my hair.
"I'm not sad," I told him. "They lived for a long time and loved each other dearly. No one could wish for anything more."
I felt him nod against my head.
"I just wish she could've met her granddaughter," I sighed.
"Oh, knowing Mary Alice, she'll be poking her spiritual nose in down there. Not even death could stop her."
I smiled, it was true. Mary Alice was determined and I was sure she smiled down on her family from somewhere up above. It was a comfort to know she died old and warm in her bed, and her husband not long behind her.
I patted Edward's hand and he released his hold on me. Taking my hand in his, we walked away from the graves and towards the meadow beyond the crest of the hill. The sun was shining and the heat felt nice on my skin. I raised my face to the skies and enjoyed the unusual, clear blue overhead. It wasn't often we were able to see such a lovely day; clouds were usually ever present, but summer was here and the flowers followed my lead, lifting their faces to the splendid sun.
I dropped my free hand to brush the tops of the wildflowers, and then lifted it back to inhale my palms. The fragrance adhered to my skin and I held my hand under Edward's nose so he could enjoy the gentle scent too.
"Have I told you today how much I love you?" he asked me, his voice soft as I looked at him and grinned.
"Not yet," I replied.
Edward sat up and patted his legs. I moved towards him and settled in his lap, my thighs straddling his hips. I wound my arms around his neck and pressed my face close to his till our noses touched.
I parted my lips and blew gently in his face. Closing his eyes, Edward inhaled and then sighed, returning his breath for me to savour. He smelt so sweet I closed my own eyes and visibly shuddered.
I opened them again to find him watching me. "I love you," he whispered.
"I love you too," I replied, nudging my nose against his.
"It doesn't seem enough," he nudged mine back.
"What doesn't?" I asked, lifting my nose away so I could kiss the tip of his.
"Those words," he told me, tucking my hair behind my ear. "They're all I can think of to say that will express how I feel, but those three words just don't seem to be enough to emphasise exactly how I feel. Every day I try to think of another way to tell you, to show you, but nothing else has the same impact. There is no poetry that is as meaningful, no flower that is as beautiful. In the end it simply is I love you."
He smiled and I felt my body's reaction to him all over. "It's always enough, Edward." I ran my fingers through his hair too, relishing in the feel of it. If I could spend all day with my hands in his hair, I would be forever happy. "Don't you know by now that you're all I need? Not poetry," I kissed his nose again, "or flowers," I kissed his cheeks, one by one. "Not even words. I just need you."
"I need you too," he returned my kisses in the same places. Our hands were constantly touching one another; mine in his hair, at the nape of his neck, cupping his jaw. His were caressing my throat, tenderly trailing my chin, and thumbing my bottom lip. We stared into each other's eyes, and for me, time stood still. All that existed in that moment was him and the gentle breeze that kindly surrounded me with his perfume.
"Not as much as I need you," I defied, smiling at him.
"I need you more," he argued, and scooping me into his arms, he rolled us both over till I was on my back in the grass. He hovered above me, holding himself up by his elbows. "I couldn't live in a world where you don't exist," he murmured.
"In that case, I better stay here with you." I raised my head slightly off the ground and found his lips, sucking his full bottom one into my mouth and tenderly caressing it with my tongue. I felt him press his groin into mine and I raised my hips to meet him, needing the friction just as much.
"Mine," he murmured, "you're all mine."
"Yes," I agreed.
"No one will ever make you feel like I do." He trailed his kisses down my throat and stopped to pepper the puncture wounds his teeth had left many years ago with more kisses.
"No one," I nodded, loving his possessive words. There was something about Edward laying claim to me, marking me as his, that made my knees go weak. Edward Cullen owned me.
I lifted my chin and allowed him access to my neck. He didn't need any further indication. Pulling his lips back slightly, Edward swooped, and I gasped as I felt his teeth on me. He had performed this act a thousand times and it never felt any less wonderful.
I pressed my chest up against his, wrapping my arms around his neck tightly and moaning as his lips caressed my throat and his tongue tasted me.
"Edward," I groaned and dug my nails into his back.
"Tell me," he whispered between kisses. "Tell me how much you need me."
I moaned and took the lobe of his ear between my teeth. It was Edward's turn to groan. I pushed my hands up under his shirt and caressed the skin beneath. He felt warm and smooth, his entire back toned and defined. I could feel his muscles react to my touch and it pleased me to know I had the same effect on him as he did on me.
"Tell me," he demanded, trying to regain control.
"Edward, I need you so much," I purred. "Please touch me. Please."
He laughed and then kissed my lips, his tongue persuading entry, and I clung to his back tighter as I tasted him. I chanced a peek at him from beneath hooded lids and sighed as I watched his own closed eyelids flutter, his long lashes so dark against his beautiful cheeks.
I lifted my legs and hooked them around his waist, pulling him in towards me. I could feel his erection and suddenly there were too many clothes between us.
"I need you," I gasped as he abandoned my lips to seek out my most sensitive spots on my neck, then my collarbone, and then down towards my breasts. "Touch me," my voice held conviction this time, no jest.
Edward ran his hands up my sides and then over to the laces of my bodice. Tugging lightly, he released the binds and pulled the sides of my dress down till I was exposed to his lips and the sunlight.
The heat from his mouth felt delicious on my nipple but I needed more. I threaded my fingers in his hair and held him close to me, begging him silently to use his teeth and heighten my pleasure.
Edward was still gentle and his tenderness was killing me. Heat spread over me, and my body ached in anticipation of him. I reached down and struggled to unbuckle his trousers. Laughing, he pulled away slightly and helped me, slipping them over his thighs and then stepping out of them. I watched in fascination as he reached for the hem of his shirt and swiftly removed that too.
He stood naked and erect and he was absolutely perfect. The sun gleamed off his skin, contouring his dips and curves, over his chest, down his flat stomach, and tapering across that fabulous 'V.'
He shimmered everywhere. The tip of his penis tempted me and I knelt in front of him and took him in my hand, but before I'd even taken him in my mouth, Edward moaned. I glanced up to see him close his eyes and tilt his head back a little. He made me smile.
I flicked the tip of him with my tongue, curving it round the head, moistening him, ready for my mouth and then slowly I took him in, all of him.
Gasping, Edward gripped my shoulders and pulled me to my feet. "I can't take anymore," he whimpered.
"I've hardly touched you," I laughed.
"I need to be inside you," he groaned, holding my bottom and lifting my legs to straddle him either side. Walking towards a tree, Edward pressed my back against it and then moved me for a better angle. He leant back slightly to look at me before pushing himself inside.
The effect of his cock entering me so smoothly and his eyes holding mine hostage was breathtaking. I clawed his back and broke eye contact to sink my teeth into his shoulder; the sheer pleasure of his one simple movement was enough for me. I could happily allow him to just enter me and nothing else for the rest of my days and I would always be satisfied.
But for Edward, it wasn't quite enough and he continued to move. His hands held my legs up and open, resting the weight of them in the crook of his inner elbows, his palms were flat against the tree. I clung to his shoulders but he didn't need me to assist, he was strong enough to hold me up with just one arm. It was I who needed the support for his motion was my undoing.
"Bella," he murmured, his movements becoming frantic, faster and deeper. My stomach tightened, I loved to hear him say my name. It made me feel like I belonged. I could listen to him whisper my name for the rest of eternity and I would live perfectly content.
With one final push, he sunk his teeth into the curve of my shoulder. The sensation of him drawing blood and his body spurring me towards my release made me shudder, and as I did, I felt his own orgasm rock him, rock us both, together.
I turned my head and bit him again, too, just below his ear. We remained under the shade of the tree, naked and still pressed close together, his cock still sheathed in my warmth, and drank from one another.
Breakfast was suddenly my favourite meal of the day.
Slowly, Edward moved his arms so I could lower my legs, but it wasn't rushed because we were still enjoying the feel of each other. I finished sating my thirst before him, and was happy to stand motionless and allow him his fill.
My feet touched the grass softly, the cool blades tickling my soles. Edward moved his arms to circle my waist completely, and I relished in the heat coming off him. It felt so good to be able to be near him and not shudder from the cold. His temperature matched mine and it was bliss. I recalled the days when I was human and he would hold me, but despite the comfort I took from his arms, the chill left me moving away from him before I was truly ready to.
Now I could hold him against me forever and it always felt right.
I felt him cease sucking and lick at the marks his teeth left with his tongue. He kissed the spot, and then my shoulder, and back up to my jaw. I let him feather kisses over my face and forehead, until his lips found mine again.
"I love you Edward," I whispered against his mouth.
"And I you," he breathed. "Marry me, Bella?"
I lifted his face away and giggled. "We were married a very long time ago, Edward. Is it so far past that you have forgotten?"
He shook his head. "Just once was not enough. I need to promise you all of my tomorrows all over again. Marry me. Marry me and make me the happiest – vampire, alive – if that's what I am."
I grinned at his clumsy proposal, his need to justify his words making him frustrated. I was with him. I was like him, equal and just as in love. He didn't need to explain anything to me.
"Say it all again but without the justification," I urged him.
He brushed my hair aside again and kissed me; deep and long, so long I almost forgot what he had been about to do. Eventually he pulled away, continuing to hold my face in his hands.
"I want to promise you all of my tomorrows, all over again. Will you marry me, Bella? Will you make me the happiest man ever?"
In the glint of his eye, I saw all the future he spoke of, and it looked good. All it would take would be for him to be with me, and nothing else mattered. No foes or threats, no treaties or misunderstandings. Nothing could break us.
I nodded. "Yes," I replied, and watched his face light up with the joy of my answer. It had been said before and I had no doubt it would be said over and over again as we continued to 'live.'
Nothing could hurt us again. Not his lust for my blood, not my enemies from time past. That which hurt us in the beginning only made us whole now.
I stroked his cheek and savoured the elation filling my stone cold heart. "Mine," I whispered. "You're all mine."
A/N's: *sniff* It's over. It really is finished! *sniff* Did you enjoy it? Please tell me. *sad eyes*
I want to take a moment to thank Tanya (again) and 'Spellbound' because without Tanya this fic would be riddled with 'to' spelt as 'too' and 'of' spelt as 'off' and without 'Spellbound' I wouldn't have gotten to know Tanya and have her as my friend. Love you lots babe.
I just want to mention that I have an outtake regarding Irina and her vampire story. This didn't fit in with the epilogue and so I will be posting it separately. If you would like to read this outtake or anything else I may write, please add me to author alert.
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