Disclaimer: All characters are owned by Stephanie Meyer and Summit Entertainment.
This piece was inspired by a song called "River Flows In You" written and played by the artist Yiruma. I would highly recommend listening to it while reading this O/S.
Dedicated to Debby in S Flordia and my dedicated readers who begged me for more.
~ 000 ~
Cold white fingers gently brushed the ivory keys, the music floating through the air like a warm spring morning. His lean, tall body swayed in time with the hypnotic music, the passion pouring from his fingertips. I closed my eyes and felt the warm sun dance over my skin, the smell of the spring flowers, the dew of the trees assaulting my nostrils. The music swirled around me, carrying my soul to a new dimension, my body and mind at peace. I lived for these moments, when I could be carried away from the worries of my world and into this magical place. It was just the meadow and us – it would always just be us. He turned gently as he continued to play my lullaby, smiling as he saw the peaceful expression on my face. I felt my heart skip a beat and fill with love for him. I could burst at that moment, the love flowing over me like a waterfall, soaking me until it became a part of my very genetic make-up. He was more then my soul mate; he was my other half. We could never be apart, never be separated – we needed each other just to survive.
~ 000 ~
When you are immortal, time has no meaning, no real essence or value. A month was like an hour to me now, a year like a day. Yet there was life, an energy so rich that the depths had yet to be explored. My human memories had faded, like an old, worn cloth that had seen much use. Part of me missed those times, my life before Forks, the early days with my husband. But no amount of convincing would ever get me to trade my life for its former glory. I was free to be what I wanted, nothing to tie me down.
While I had since visited many parts of the world, nothing compared to the meadow here in Forks, Washington. This would always be home to me, regardless of where Edward and I were living at the moment. University degrees, more high school diplomas; nothing compared to the passion that flowed through the earth here. Today was our wedding anniversary. The last few years we had made it a tradition to spend the day in our meadow. Encased in the springtime flowers, the colors of the trees our beacon home. If I were human there would have been a picnic basket nearby. Instead, there was just a blanket with several soft pillows to lie on. This time, he had also brought the black grand piano. How Edward had managed to get that beast of an instrument here was beyond me. My marriage had taught me never to wonder how my husband did things; if it could be done, Edward would manage. Rolling onto my stomach, I rested my chin on my hands, watching him as the sunlight glittered over his jeweled body. Like magic, he sat, playing his masterpiece, the sun shinning around him like a spotlight on a stage. He was beautiful...a predator, a stunning work of art. No devil in hell could have created this creature, this man. God and God alone had carved him out as my little piece of heaven on earth. The music swirled and danced around him, the tightening between my legs growing with every swelling crescendo.
In a dazed I stood, walking closer to him, the tall grass brushing against my bare legs. I felt the warm earth beneath my naked toes – I was connected to it, together we were connected to the world around us. Stepping closer to the piano in the middle of the meadow, I reached out for him. My fingers finally touched the softness of his dark green shirt, the pull becoming stronger, and soon my body was pressed against his back. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I watched from behind as his fingers danced across the keys. The music swirled around us together now, carrying us away from the dark world known as Forks. As the last note sounded, I felt him turn in my embrace, our lips meeting in a passionate and warm kiss. His hands moved to my waist as I wrapped one hand around his neck, the other to grip his tousled locks. Pulling me into his lap, our lips never breaking contact, he pulled me tighter to him. A gentle breeze pushed the flowers to dance, the leaves of the nearby tree joining in the waltz. The magic took over and the music started to play on its own, the keys moving along with its invisible player.
"Please..." I whispered, my need for him reaching new heights of ecstasy.
Our clothes lay on the barren earth as we joined our body together.
Man and wife. Mate and lover.
He filled me, inside and out. Over and over. Harder and harder, he thrust.
The sun shone above, bathing us in the love from above – all was right in the world. I screamed his name as we threw ourselves over the edge, finishing the song with a majestic swell. Slowly we pulled apart, leaving just our foreheads to touch. The smile never left our faces as the music continued to serenade us.
"I love you Mrs. Cullen," he whispered into my hair, placing a gentle kiss on my forehead.
"I love you too, Mr. Cullen," I whispered back.
Like vows, we whispered the ageless words, never tiring of the way they sounded on our lips. The passion of the music overtook us and our lips met again – forever locked in the embrace called love.
A.N. I originally wrote this piece shortly after I found the Twilight fandom. I knew nothing about the characters or storyline so most of what you read was just my imagination. After I pulled it, I re-read it and decided it needed a lot more 'flare.' (The original posting only had 778 words! It also didn't have the lemon, although that was alluded to in the beginning.)
Special thank you to Bronzehairedgirl620 for doing a wonderful job helping me clean up my mess (ie beta'ing). If you haven't read any of her amazing stories look her up!