I'm always watching You {Bella+Open for intruders}

[Isabella Swan]

Humans were very strange. They held so many emotions and they thought about stuff in the strangest of times. Okay so maybe humans didn't but Bella did! She was very random with her thoughts and her actions showed it. And at that exact moment was when she realized something.

The image of Jacob kissing her and holding her so she wouldn't fall entered her mind as Edward placed his fingers into her hair. She however; was now picturing Edward doing that to her. Kissing her like she was going to die tomorrow. Okay so bad choice of words but still. All she wanted was to be with him. To move her neck to the side and let his lips graze against her skin, and to feel his weight above her as his body pressed onto her hers. She also wanted to be able to take her shirt all the way off as well as everything else and allow him to see it! She wanted to lose herself into him! And Spend endless hours exploring him as if she was a lunatic. She wanted to feel every inch of him. And just plain allow herself to lose herself to him. But at the moment she couldn't do that.

Damn Compromise.

Although she was proud that they couldl compromise like that, Bella hated it because it was the only thing keeping her from wrapping herself up into Edward's arms and kissing him endlessly. But, only how many days until their wedding??
Bella felt her tears come to a close as she began to think about Edward. The way his skin felt against her own, the way his fingers were placed in her hair. Everything. And finally she began to calm down. Then she took one of her hands and wiped the remaining tears away, as if she would never see them again.

"I love you Edward Anthony Cullen. And you have no idea how much I love you saying that you'll never leaveme. And I promise; that I'll never leave you!"

Her words spoke as she kissed his neck gently. She didn't know what she'd do without him. Though she knew that if he left her alone tonight she would end up seeing the charm on her wrist; and she would end up crying again. Only because seh felt bad because of how she had hurt Jacob.

"I wish you'd let me take this damn thing off. All it does is make me think about him. And I can't be doing that with the wedding so close."

She sighed and placed her head on his chest and entwined their legs together while she sat in his lap. Then she disintangled one of his hands from her hair and twined their fingers together again like she had the other night and she placed his hand on her chest and let it rest there as she curled up against him.

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[Edward Cullen]

If I could dream at all, it would be about you
And I'm not ashamed of it

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Bella had finally stopped crying a few moments ago. In some ways, her silence was comforting to Edward; he was not unwillingly subjected to her dreams. On the other hand, sometimes he wanted to know about the dreams that elicited her unconscious murmurs.

Edward loved being with her, at night, to hear her talk. She liked him being there, and he liked the small insight he got out of listening. It was the one time she didn’t edit, the one time he could glimpse what went on behind those beautiful brown eyes of hers, 100 Bella truth.

At last, she spoke. “I love you, Edward.” That one small sentence, spoken in the black of night, gave him a sense of both grief and elation, a never-ending cycle of the two.

"And I love you, my Bella. More than you could possibly imagine."

How could she possibly love him? Didn’t she realize how incredibly dangerous Edward was? Just today, the horrible monster inside of him had to be beaten back repeatedly. Every look, every kiss, every look was a taunt to the aching thirst that burned in his throat. And every time, he thought of her cold and still, never to blush or smile again. . . It horrified him to no end, and he used the image to chain the inner monster, binding it tightly.

She wanted Edward to change her, but he didn't think she realized what, exactly, that meant. She thinks she does, but not nearly all of what she’ll be giving up is even on her mind.

She knows she won’t have Charlie or Renee, but she will also give up on her friends, on Jessica, Jacob, Angela, Quil, Embry, Sam, Emily, Mike, Ben, Tyler, Eric, almost everyone. Does she not understand how hard it will be to not only stay away, but to know about their whole lives, their children, their grandchildren, their deaths, sicknesses, loves, and hates. . . all without them ever able to know even the tiniest detail about her?

It will be so much more difficult for her, to stay away from her family, no matter how much they want her there. They will expect so much, and she won’t be able to do it. Does she know how hard it will be to try not to murder people, people who can smell like what cooking fish smells like to Charlie?

She shouldn’t love him. He wasn't worth it. She shouldn’t accept the fact that he kills to live, that he left her, and that he tried to take himself out of her world. But she does love him. That is his only consolation. She loves him anyway. She risks death to meet him every morning, to kiss him every night, to save him from himself. She loves him anyway.

And maybe... MAYBE... she does know what she’s giving up. Maybe she knows how difficult it will be and how many imperfections he has, and she loves him anyway.

That changes everything.

It doesn’t change the difficulty for her later, but it does change the difficulty for him now. Maybe she was almost right that day when she was being interrogated by Jessica; maybe she did love him as much as Edward loved her. Maybe. Maybe.

Edward's entire body reverberated as a chuckle coursed through him. He lightly grabbed Bella's wrist, knowing that with the slightest squeeze, he could easily break her. "You shouldn't try and forget him, Bella. He is a part of you; a part of your human life," he mused softly, kissing her head gently as he let her wrist fall back into her lap. The bracelet that dangled from her wrist may be insignificant to her now, but Edward knew, perhaps after her transformation, that she would be grateful for the little trinket. Because every time she put it on, felt it on her skin, or looked down it, she would catch a glimpse of her human memories, while catching a brief glimpse of Jacob Black; her best friend, and her second love.

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