You are such an incredibly sweet person, and I'm constantly amazed by how much you do for the fandom. Thank you for everything - especially for tolerating my consistent epic failure ;) I hope you have an amazing day filled with everything you could possibly want.
I prodded Pinkieward a little to get him to show me a scene with him and Bella - I hope you enjoy this bit of a futureshot from JOotG. One of your favorite things makes an appearance...
Love and hugs,
SorceressCirce
I stretched, blinking against the harsh light streaming through the windows as I tried to figure out why I was alone.
I was surrounded by her scent, soft and sweet like her skin, but Bella was nowhere to be found.
With a frown, I sat up and then stood with a groan, shifting my morning wood and trying to will it away before I opened my door and peeked out.
Nothing.
But then came a strange, mechanical noise.
“Bella?” I called.
“In here,” she answered from the kitchen.
Walking in, I found her up to her elbows in orange halves.
“What are you doing?”
Standing on my small wooden stepstool, she watched me with wide eyes. She looked nervous, and I hoped it was just from the noisy juicer. I stepped toward her slowly and brushed away pulp on her cheek before kissing it softly.
Her eyes fluttered closed before drifting open again. “Hi,” she breathed.
“Hi,” I answered, amusement clear in my voice even to me. “What are you doing?” I repeated.
“Oh,” she murmured, blushing and turning back to her work. “I heard you tell Jasper it’s your favorite, so I thought…” She trailed off with a shrug.
I stood back initially, letting her get used to being in the kitchen with me, but gradually I began to help her. Together, we cooked breakfast, scrambling eggs, frying bacon, making toast – so simple, so perfect.
When we sat down beside each other, Bella smiled at me a little shyly. “Thanks,” she said softly.
I nodded, smiling as I took a piece of toast to butter. I wanted so badly to tell her that this is what I wanted – exactly this, exactly her, every morning of our lives.
Before I could, she sipped her juice, spilling some over her chin.
What a waste…
I watched golden juice slip down her skin, swallowing as I imagined the delectable ambrosia that would be her flavor spiced with the tanginess of orange juice.
Before I could stop myself – before I could even think – I leaned forward, licking her chin with the tip of my tongue. I closed my eyes, relishing the sweetness, before I realized what I’d done.
My eyes flew open again, and I sat up straight. “I-I… I’m sorry.”
Bella wore an unreadable expression before her jaw tightened and her eyes grew determined. Then she closed the distance, kissing me hard.
When she pulled away, we were both breathing hard. I searched her face, half-frantic, half-hopeful.
Her eyes held nothing but triumph with a hint of something smoldering in their depths, something I’d been dying to see. It was pride and confidence bolstered by desire that nearly matched my own.
My lips curved into a smile as I took her hands. “Bella,” I whispered, savoring her name on my tongue. “Thank you for this…” She beamed, but I had more to say. “I love having you here with me.”
“I love being here,” she whispered, her eyes crinkling with her smile.
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