Word prompt: Topsy-turvy

Dialogue flex: "Make up your mind!" he shouted.

Using the provided snippet of dialogue, explore what comes to mind, be it a scene, a thought, or something else


"Give me until the count of twenty, no thirty…hang on twenty will do."

"Make up your mind!" he shouted.

"Twenty, twenty and I'll come find you."

"Not a chance."

"Shhh. Starting…now. One-two-three-"

Edward took off, running into the depths of his house. Where to hide? He was light of foot and brilliant at keeping still and barely breathing. If he found a good hiding spot she didn't stand a chance of finding him.

He ran tiptoe down two flights of stairs and whipped his head from side-to-side when he entered the spacious family room.

Kitchen? Conservatory? Carlisle's study?

Broom cupboard? Too obvious.

Washing machine? He was flexible but he thought it was a bit of a stretch, pun intended. Plus, if he got stuck and someone turned the damn thing on, he didn't relish the idea of being flung about, topsy-turvy.

He felt his heart thundering in his chest. Adrenalin. Well, that and he didn't have a bloody clue where to hide.

Shit. He could not lose face. He was not going to lose this game.

Guest bedroom. There was a closet where they kept winter coats; he'd hide behind them. He got himself into position and willed his breathing to steady. Jesus, what was that smell? Camphor? It was horrible. Then, the dust got into his nose.

No. No way. He was not going to sneeze. He twitched his nose from side to side and, when that didn't work, opened his mouth. Didn't he read somewhere that you didn't sneeze if your mouth was open? Or was that some bullshit story that Emmett had told him?

He could hear Bella pacing around downstairs.

Damn it. Light of foot, his arse.

She was rummaging through cupboards in the family room and the kitchen. He thought there was a chance that, even if she opened the closet door, she might miss him, hidden behind the heavy coats.

He heard the merest creak as the door to the guest bedroom opened. Shuffling sounds as Bella checked under the bed; then opened the closet door.

He held his breath.

She peered inside and after a few moments, closed the door again and he heard her walk out of the room.

Sweat had beaded on his forehead and he wiped it with the back of his hand, his lips pursed into an 'O' as he exhaled a relieved breath. This was going to be good.

He heard her distant voice, probably from the kitchen. "Okay lover boy. You're too good for me - I guess you win. Come out, come out wherever you are."

Edward felt his lips turn up into a smug grin. He'd won. Slowly he moved from behind the coats and pushed the door open.

"Gotcha!" she cried gleefully, right in his face.

His heart stopped. He was sure it literally stopped in his chest.

Bella started to giggle uncontrollably as Edward straightened up, trying to look cool, trying to look as if she hadn't just scared him half to death.

"Oh my God, your face, your face-" she spluttered.

"Shut up."

Bella bit the inside of her cheek and attempted to pull her face into a serious expression before dissolving, once again into giggles.

"I'm sorry, that was just too good."

Edward and his pride simply couldn't take it. "Right, you're in for it," he growled. Swiftly he bent down and hiked her over his shoulder, carried her the three steps to the bed and threw her down. "You want something to laugh about, Bella?" He straddled her firmly and pinned her arms above her head with one arm. With his free hand he began, ruthlessly, to tickle her in her side.

Bella threw her head back into the mattress, thrashing wildly and squealing, laughing hysterically. "Oh God, no. Stop. Please. Stop."


Tears began to form in the corner of her eyes and she started to hiccup, uncontrollably. "Please, Edward, please. I'm going to be sick. Please. Stop."

He paused. Both of them were panting, their breaths laboured. "Truce?" he quirked at eyebrow at her.

"Okay, truce." She hiccupped once, loudly, in his face.

Edward relaxed his hold and collapsed on the bed, beside her. They were both sweaty and breathing heavily. He leaned on one elbow and studied her face. The exertion had made her pink, all over, making the faint trio of freckles stand out across the bridge of her nose.

"You know? You're so beautiful when you laugh."


"Yeah." He inclined his head towards hers and whispered, "Truce, I promise." Before placing a tender, full-lipped kiss on her temple, her cheek and chastely on her mouth."

Bella too, was struck by how beautiful Edward looked in that moment, his blush accenting his high cheekbones. She wasn't about to tell him, though. "Hey Edward? You look hilarious when you're about to shit your pants."


"Yes, Edward?"

"I mean it."

Bella rolled onto her side and stroked her hand down Edward's cheek. "You know, this was fun but I can think of better ways to get you all hot and sweaty."

"Really?" he breathed.

"Really," she answered and rolled herself atop him, pressing in all the right places and making him groan, before his hands settled on her behind, assisting her movement.

"Are you trying to seduce me, Miss Swan?" he breathed into her mouth.

"Are you up for a touch of seduction, Mr. Cullen?" she answered, her voice low.

"Why Miss Swan, you had me at twenty."

A/N: Any thoughts you wish to share are gratefully accepted and appreciated.