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The Lion and the Lamb
I woke to a gentle tapping on my bedroom window. I rolled over, wincing at the twinge that stuck in my neck. A hushed velvet voice was pleading from outside.
"Bella. Bella, unlock the window!" His whispers were harsh. I sat up quickly, alarmed by his urgent tone. Edward was on the ground below when I peered out of the rain soaked glass. I turned the lock on the window and shoved it open as far as I could before the wind blew in too much rain.
"What are y-you," I stuttered, half awake and dazed. Edward was standing in the middle of my room before I finished my thought.
"Why was the window locked?" he asked with a confused expression. "If you didn't want me to come over, you should have said something."
I stood frozen - mostly out of shock by the way his rain-tussled hair swept down over his forehead, and stuck to his cheeks - and tried to assess the situation. My mind was clouded with his presence and the rather intense dream I was having before.
"It was raining and I guess Charlie locked the window or somethi--Actually, I don't know why it was locked," I realized as I spoke. Charlie had become hyper-aware of my and Edward's physical proximity in the last few months. I couldn't blame him.
We were practically joined at the hip - touching, holding, grabbing any part that we could in order to hold on closer to each other. My heart hadn't seemed to have left my throat for two weeks.
Our rides to school - Edward always the driver - had even been affected. He drove slower; close to the speed limit, to allow us time for kisses. His hand never had to search for mine, because mine was in his lap before he moved.
At lunch I could feel him staring at me - piercing me with his golden gaze. It drove me insane with lust. My heart always raced when he would touch me, but when I felt his icy palm smoothing over my thigh and higher up, just teasing my hormones, I nearly passed out. Just what I needed: to pass out in the cafeteria because my boyfriend was trying to cop a feel.
Charlie had arrived home early one afternoon to find me and one very shirtless vampire rolling across our homework papers. Not that anything bad was happening. Only a normal, every day, run of the mill teenage-vampire make-out session. One that ended with me under another nine thirty curfew, open bedroom door policy, and locked wind-oh.
"I'm so sorry, Edward," I cringed when I saw that his clothes were soaked through.
"Its okay," he mumbled, peeling off his gray sweater.
"You're all wet," I pointed out the obvious.
"Yes. It's raining." His tone was curt and annoyed by the sound of it. I watched the muscles in his back as they slid beneath his porcelain skin. He would be twice as cold now after having been drenched. Any normal person would want him to wrap up in a heated blanket before crawling into bed together. I looked forward to his freezing body with eagerness.
"You can, uhm...borrow some of my pajamas...while your clothes dry," I offered. He gave me a crooked grin and for the first time I saw his eyes. They were the lightest shade of honey I had seen yet, and dripping just as sweet.
"If you think they'll fit," he smiled. I felt the weariness of my eyes fade when he leaned forward and kissed me on the forehead. My heart sped up to match my racing imagination.
I dug through the dresser and pulled out my oldest pair of gray sweats. The elastic was as stretched as it would ever be. I hoped they would fit him. I wasn't sure if I could contain myself, sleeping next to him - clad only in his boxers.
"Be right back." He took the pants and went to the bathroom to change. I relaxed on my bed, sprawled out across the mattress. The rain beat against my window and pounded on the roof, masking the little creaks that usually sounded throughout the house in the night.
Edward walked casually back into the room. Charlie must have been sleeping pretty hard. Edward rarely moved about the house at night without throwing cautious glances over his shoulder.
I stifled a laugh when he grabbed his clothes to hang over the chair. I'd forgotten what was on the back of those sweats. There he stood, with the word 'Princess' in big pink letters, across his backside.
"What?" he asked, his sharp ears not missing my snickers from across the room.
"Nothing. I'm just enjoying the fact that your bum says 'Princess.'"
"I think you gave me these as an excuse to check me out," he teased. I watched him stroll - shirtless - to the end of the bed, where he grabbed my toes and gave them a shake. I giggled and he smiled crookedly, showing his brilliant teeth in the pale light of my room.