Prelude to a Kiss
Assignment: Write a kiss in 500 words (this is a little more!), including the before, the during and after. We were also supposed to use dialogue more than usually.
Comments: I'm back at work so I'm horribly behind on my homework, but I'll get there. This isn't my best work (it's not beta'ed and English is my Second language), but the idea came to me and I couldn't stop thinking about it before I got it down on paper. This is also much sweeter than anything I've ever written. Enjoy!
The music grows stronger, reaching its peak as the hero and heroine come together in a passionate embrace. The filmatography, story line and dramatic music create a beautiful climax where the spectator can't help but be pulled in. It's as though I can feel the raw emotions radiate from the embracing couple. Longing, happiness, relief, desperation, love, lust – all mixed together in one powerful kiss. I can't help but draw my bottom lip into my mouth as I imagine what a kiss like that must feel like. Warm, with just the right amount of tongue to create a delicious wet friction between the exploring -.
"Have you ever had that?" I blurt out, interrupting my own train of thought. My eyes stay fixed on the television screen in front of us as I nervously await his answer. I wasn't really planning on asking him this.
I feel Edward's hand move blindly in search of the popcorn between us.
"Had what exactly?" His voice is muffled.
I turn my head from the screen to study him for a moment.
Edward is in the midst of shoving handfuls of our shared buttery snack into his mouth. His feet are comfortably resting on the small coffee table in front of us. He's wearing his favorite pair of jeans and a dark brown sweater. His unruly mop of bronze colored hair looks darker tonight. His usual, almost dirty blonde tone with hints of bronze and gold, looks more like a mixture of a dark red and brown. I remind myself that he did borrow my shower, so his hair is probably still wet. I can't help but wonder over how laid back and relaxed he looks in my apartment. Why this beautiful man (the boy) decided to befriend me, is beyond me.
I sad sigh escapes my lips. Even while shoving food down his throat, he is the most gorgeous man alive. His beautiful emerald eyes are thoroughly focused on the movie playing on the screen. It seems as though he's truly enjoying it.
I wonder for a moment if I should change the subject to something more familiar, and tease him for enjoying my 'rom-com chick-flick' choice. He had been so opposed to it when we debated which movie we wanted to rent. My growing curiosity, however, dismisses the thought quickly.
"Have you ever had a-, you know…? A 'movie kiss', like that?" I stutter.
My cheeks instantly heat up with a familiar blush caused by my lack of eloquence. Immediately, Edward's eyes turns away from the movie to meet my gaze. A teasing smile grows on his lips while a soft rumble of a deep chuckle escapes his mouth.
"A 'movie kiss'?" He raises an eyebrows in question. Silently asking me to explain myself further.
Out of habit, I hit him softly with one of the throw pillows. He instantly predicts my movement and is able to stop the pillow from hitting its goal (his face) with a short laugh.
"Come on, Edward, I'm trying to be serious here. Have you ever kissed someone and felt as though time actually stood still for a few moments? Or have you ever been so overcome with emotions that you can feel the effects of the kiss all the way down in your bones?"
"Bella, you need to stop reading those romance novels of yours," he responds teasingly. At the same time he leans forward to pause the movie.
"And please don't start talking about 'foot popping'?" he continues, a look of mock dread spreading on his face as he leans back, propping his feet back up on the coffee table. A laugh escapes me in reaction to his words and look of horror. He always knows how to lighten the mood between us.
"That fact that you know what 'foot popping' is, says more about you than it does about me," I tease, sending him a teasing wink.
I see his ears pinken immediately and his eyes drop down to his lap. A sheepish grin grows on his lips when he looks back up at me.
"Alice, begged me to watch Princess Diaries with her last weekend," he confesses with a strong look of embarrassment spreading on his features.
My laughter rings loudly through the room. It has always amazed me of just how much power Edward's little sister has over her brother. Alice has Edward so wrapped around her little fourteen-year-old finger, that it's not even funny. Joined laughter fills the room for a few moments followed by a comfortable silence. My heart swells in my chest as I enjoy the sound of Edward's deep laughter, and happy presence in my small apartment. I truly don't know what I'd do without his friendship. Which is one of the reasons why I've never told him the truth about my growing feelings for him.
I'm about to start the movie again, when Edward stops me.
"Why do you ask? You know? About the kiss-thing?"
His voice is serious, and curious. I decide to be honest.
"I've just never experienced it. And I guess, I wonder if it's real."
His eyebrows raise in response to my words.
"Not even with Michael?" he asks carefully, referring to my newest break up.
A snort escapes me as I remember Michaels wet and almost slobbering like kisses.
"Nope. Not even close," I answer with a laugh, trying to lighten the mood.
My wide smile falls instantly from my lips as I realize how serious looking Edward is.
"And Jacob?" he continues.
Memories of tightlipped kisses and sweaty hands instantly come to mind. I fake a shudder to enhance my answer.
"No, definitely not."
"What about P-?" he presses.
"Are we going to go through a list of all my ex-boyfriends now?" I ask, interrupting him.
"I meant what I said, Edward, I've never had that," I say, hoping he'll drop the subject.
A look of disbelief crosses his features.
"But you had sex with them? With Jacob and Michael at least."
The fact that he's my best friend and I've known him my entire life, are the only two reasons he knows that detail. The only thing I've ever been able to hide from Edward Cullen is my never-ending crush on him! Other than that, he is able to read me like an open book.
Suddenly, I'm regretting bringing up this topic. My sex life has almost been non-existent in comparison to Edward. He would never go into details about his love life, but I knew there had been a lot more ladies involved, than men in mine. In addition to Edward's handsome features, he was a charmer and a gentleman. He was in my, and many others opinion, the perfect guy. Ergo, my loveless relationships and lack of existing sex life.
"Well, I got tired of being the only one that was still a virgin in high school. I was curious and Jake was gentle. And then with Mike, I guess I was just horny," I say, trying to make Edward uncomfortable enough to change the topic. He had always been a little squeamish when I talked about sex.
He shakes his head as though he's trying to make sense of something in his mind.
"I just find it difficult to understand that no one has kissed you properly, that's all."
I shrug, trying to make it seem as though it really doesn't matter to me.
"I've been kissed a lot of different ways, Edward. It's just never had that 'umpf' that you see in movies or read in books. That's all. Anyways, just forget I said anything. It's not a big deal."
He stays silent as though he's still lost in thought.
Frustrated and uncomfortable, I stand up, grabbing the dirtied cups from the small table.
"It's getting late. I should really get to bed. I just remembered that I have a really early class in the morning," I ramble, moving towards the small kitchen.
His warm hand on my wrist instantly halts my movements. The way my body reacts to him astonishes me every single time. I know I should be used to it already, it's always been like this, but I can't help but loose myself for a few seconds. A delicious warmth spreads from where his fingers are lightly grazing my skin. Like wildfire it moves down my arm and to the pit of my stomach. My mouth goes dry and I feel my heart accelerate in my chest.
The hairs on the back of my neck rise when I feel him move towards me. Usually, he is quick to move away. Sometimes it seems as though the few shared innocent touches between us shock him in some way. I've never understood it. This time, however, he isn't letting go.
Very gently he curls his hand, tightening his grip as he guides my body to turn towards him. I look straight ahead, studying the dark brown sweater he's wearing. It's thick, but I can still see his lean chest move steadily with his breathing. My own breath seems to be caught in my throat and I struggle for a moment to exhale. From the corner of my eye, I see his other hand moves underneath my chin. His light touch is careful and respectful as he guides my head upwards so that my eyes meet his.
His dark green eyes are penetrating and pierce through me like a knife. I feel as though my limbs have completely lost sense of their functions. Every reasonable thought being evicted from my mind. All I can see and feel is him.
"Tomorrow's Saturday, Bella." His voice is unusually deep and rough.
I swallow slowly before opening my mouth to answer. Absolutely nothing comes to mind as my brain suddenly has decided not to function. A smile grows on Edward's lips in response to my goldfish like mouth.
The hand around my wrist begins to move, slowly tracing the entire length of my arm to up my shoulder. Shivers run down my spine as he moves yet another step closer. I can actually feel his breath on my face now. He smells like popcorn and hot chocolate.
"I know I'm probably crossing a very important 'best friend line', here. But I just can't help but feel like it's my duty to remedy the fact that you haven't had your 'movie kiss'."
The finger that was previously underneath my chin has begun to explore. It moves languidly as it traces my jaw and lips. Edward's eyes darken as he follows the journey his finger is making. I feel as though my insides are melting with the heat I find there. A part of me can't understand that this is happening and longs for Edward to take the next step, another part is terrified of what the next step will mean for our friendship.
"What makes you think that you'll be able to give it to me?" I ask, taunting him. My voice barely above a whisper.
His eyes narrow, both of his hands now moving to cup my cheeks as he holds my gaze with his.
"Because I know you, Bella," he answers simply. His voice is confident and sure.
"What about-?" I begin to express my fear, but he stops me by placing a single finger over my lips.
"Think of this as an experiment," he says, his face leaning forward towards mine.
The finger on my lips has begun to trace my bottom lip. My body automatically reacts. By its own volition my mouth opens, allowing the tip of his finger to enter between my top and bottom lip. His eyes narrow as he studies the finger between my lips. A look of undeniable want appears in his smoldering eyes. Edward inhales sharply as I close my lips around the tip of his finger. My tongue only barely touches the tip, but the buttery and salty remnants of the popcorn on his fingers fill my mouth. I feel strangely compelled to lick each and every one of his delectable digits, but he stops me from doing so by moving his hand back down to cup my cheek.
Determination is clear on his features as he decidedly begins to close the gap between us. A final objection escapes me just before his lips meet mine, forcing him to pause right in front of me. His lips is only a breath away from mine.
"What if this changes everything? You're my best friend, Edward. I can't lose you."
"Ah, Bella. You'd never lose me. That'll never change."
He gently caresses my cheek with his thumb as he leans his forehead against mine. He closes his eyes for just a moment before continuing.
"Imagine we're two people who've become good friends, but where the chemistry and connection between us has simply grown too strong to ignore. I decide to take the next step, and ask you out on a first date. You agree nervously, making me the happiest man alive."
I can't help but smile in response to his words. Our foreheads are still leaning against one another and his hands are still cupping both of my cheeks. The radiating grin on his face causes butterflies to flutter in my stomach.
"We go out and it's wonderful," he pauses.
"Where do we go?" I ask, closing my eyes to imagine the scene.
"I take you ice skating. You're clumsy as always and almost fall repeatedly. It gives me the excuse to hold you close to me."
My eyes flutter open just to see that his are closed. He seems to be imagining it just as I am. I'm unable to close my eyes now though. I can't help but study him. His strong jaw, sharp cheekbones, nose, dark eyebrows, long eye lashes. So handsome… He looks happy and peaceful as he's lost in his thoughts.
"After the skating, I take you to the small restaurant down on 4th street. I hold your hand and the conversation between us, as always, is great. I don't want the date to end."
His eyes open and I instantly lose myself in his green pools. I love his eyes. One hand moves to the nape of my neck causing delicious shivers to run down my spine.
"I take you home and walk you all the way to your door. I'm nervous because I hope you've had a good time. And I really want to kiss you, but I'm afraid I'll scare you away."
His voice drops to a whisper as his eyes now move to my lips. His fingers curl in my hair, while the other curls around my cheek lifting my face upwards. My entire body is humming with anticipation. But for the first time this evening, I see uncertainty enter into his eyes. I shake my head.
"You could never scare me away, Edward," I whisper softly before continuing our imagined date.
"I see that you're nervous. You keep drawing your hand through your hair and shift your weight from side to side. So, I make the decision for you. I tell you I've had a wonderful time and you smile. Then I look into your eyes and I ask you straight out: 'Kiss me, Edward.' And y-."
My words are muffled and it takes me a second to realize why. Soft lips, lips that I've dreamt about for so many years, are now gently touching mine. My heart feels like it's about to explode in my chest as his lips begin to move, oh so carefully. I stay still, allowing him to explore. He switches between my bottom and upper lip, taking them gently into his mouth.
The cups in my hands drop with a soft thud against the carpet. I can feel him startle slightly because of the sound, but he doesn't move away. Instead, a soft sigh blows across my face when my hands make their way upwards over his lean chest. One hand stops over his heart and I can feel the rapid thumping beneath my fingers. My other hand continues upwards until it finds its place amongst his thick and silky locks.
A soft groan escapes him when I gently pull at his hair. The moment he does I reach into his mouth with my tongue, searching and carefully exploring. I briefly touch his tongue with mine, before quickly retreating. He turns my head to the side, his fingers playing with the hair at the nape of my neck. His tongue runs across my bottom lip as though he's asking for permission to enter. I moan, pulling his body closer as I allow him access. I can feel his strong body surround me, the hand at me cheek now moving down my back as he holds me close.
His tongue meets mine, tentative at first, gently caressing, asking me to join in a dance. I mirror his movements and the warm and slick feeling is everything I've ever imagined. Heat spreads and liquid collects in the special area between my thighs. Both my hands hold on to him tightly as I begin to feel lightheaded. My toes curl and I'm lost in the strong physical reactions I have to his kiss. I inhale and exhale deeply through my nose, not wanting our kiss to end. He moves more surely against me now, his tongue leading our dance. Our heads synchronize, moving from side to side to explore more. Deep kisses, shallow kisses, soft kisses, harder kisses… He shows me all of them all mixed in one. He is just as unwilling to stop as I am. I feel as though he's taking my entire body prisoner.
With a final chaste kiss he takes pity on me and moves away to breathe. The only sound in my apartment is the deep breathing from both of us. His arm tightens around my lower back, pushing me towards him, revealing his hardened length against my stomach. A thrill runs through me as I realize he's just as affected as I am. I long for more.
Our hearts beat rapidly in our chests. I can feel his under my hand, my own beating so hard it's almost bursting through my chest. I open my eyes slowly, reveling in the moment. I see his jaw clench and his nostrils flare as he seems to fight for control. His eyebrows furrow as he shakes his head, his eyes are still closed.
"You never answered my question," I say, my voice cracking at the end.
His eyes open, but just barely.
"Hmm?" He asks, his warm hand on the bottom of my back keeping me in place against his strong and hard body.
"Have you ever had a 'movie kiss' before?" I ask carefully.
The kiss we've just shared has put every other kiss I've experienced in my lifetime to shame. But I don't know about his previous encounters.
A crooked smile grows on his lips as he closes his eyes again. The hand behind my neck is curling.
"Not before now," he answers roughly, before taking my mouth captive yet again.
This time there is a desperation in his movements unlike before. He moans deeply as I stand on my tip toes trying to move against the physical evidence of his lust. I feel him pull me with him toward the sofa. It's not the easiest thing to do, when you're locked in a passionate embrace. His lips only briefly leave mine when he sits down, but they are quickly reunited when I straddle him. His hands are everywhere. My hips, my ass, my breasts… When he pinches my nipple through my sweater I feel it directly where I want him the most. The moment I grind my lower body against his we both moan in unison. Everything just feels so good and I don't ever want it to stop.
Who knew that an experimental kiss between friends could turn into a hot and heavy make out session?
He's breathing deeply when he stops a few moments later. We've been doing some heavy grinding and his hand has found its way beneath my thick sweater. When his movements stop, I can't help but pout. I feel like begging for him to continue, but the look on his face stops me. His eyes are clenched shut, both of his hands are on my ass holding me still. My entire body is aching for more, but I obey his unspoken request.
He inhales deeply, before finding my eyes. One hand moves to caress my face, so gently it physically hurts. The rush from before is gone and a new seriousness is on his features.
"This changes everything doesn't it?" He asks, repeating my previous question.
For a moment, I can't read him… Is he regretting what we just did? I can feel my heart breaking. How do we go back to reality after this? One thing I know for certain is that I can't go back… I won't erase what just happened, I can't.
I wish I could tell him 'No', that if friendship is what he wants it's okay. But we both know that the kiss…kisses… we've shared have changed our relationship drastically. It's undeniable. We'll never be able to go back.
I begin to move away from him, certain that he's about to break my heart, but he holds me against him firmly. My eyes are burning with tears and I try to hide from him, but he doesn't let me. He hunches his shoulders and bows his head so that his face is directly in my line of sight. His green eyes are careful and uncertain. They widen slightly when they see the tears growing in my eyes.
"Ah, my beautiful Bella," he sighs, his finger tracing my eyes. "Don't cry."
This only makes my lip quiver and I have to fight harder to hold back the tears.
"Tell me you feel the same way… I can't go back, Bella. I've wanted you for far too long," he begs, his voice pleading and desperate.
It takes me a few moments to fully comprehend what he's saying. He continues.
"I don't think I'll be able to stop now that I've kissed you… Don't make me go back to just being friends."
I touch my finger gently to his mouth to silence him.
"Don't stop… Just kiss me… Never stop," I say before leaning forward to touch my lips to his.