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“Bella!” Edward called out in acute relief.  We’d caught him in the middle of pacing back and forth across the little open space.  He flashed to my side, sort of blurring as he moved so swiftly.  Jacob cringed, and then set me on my feet.  Edward ignored his reaction and caught me in a tight hug.

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“I stared into her eyes, wide under the thick fringe of lashes, and yearned for sleep. Not for oblivion, as I had before, not to escape boredom, but because I wanted to dream. Maybe, if I could be unconscious, if I could dream, I could live for a few hours in a world where she and I could be together. She dreamed of me. I wanted to dream of her.” 

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(Requested by Anon)

“Hey Edward, guess what?” You grinned and poked his marble cheek.

He gave you a sideways glance, his eyes holding minor annoyance. “What is it Y/N?” You grinned and shrugged. “Nothing.” He rolled his eyes and continued reading.

99 bottles of beer on the wall, 99 bottles of beer.
Take one down and pass it around, 98 bottles of beer on the wall.

He groaned and shook his head. “Don’t you dare start that.” He warned. But it was too late, once you were started there was no way to stop you.

98 bottles of beer on the wall, 98 bottles of beer.
Take one down and pass it around, 97 bottles of beer on the wall.

There was no way he could make you stop thinking, so that’s what you did for the rest of the day. You thought. And thought. And thought.

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Scenes that should have been in the movie: The Flight home from Italy

But, perversely, I bit my tongue against the flood of questions.  My reasoning was probably flawed by exhaustion, but I hoped that by postponing the discussion, I could buy a few more hours with him at some later time – spin this out for another night, Scheherazade-style.

 So I kept drinking soda, and resisting even the urge to blink.  Edward seemed perfectly content to hold me in his arms, his finger tracing my face again and again.  I touched his face, too.  I couldn’t stop myself, though I was afraid it would hurt me later, when I was alone again.  He continued to kiss my hair, my forehead, my wrists…