He loves to crack that whip and torture us in the dark recesses, doesn't he? Or is that me? Doesn't matter. Let's get to it.
WANTED!!!
There are some love/hate issues with the Twilight films. Some of the things we end up hating are the scenes left out. Scenes we might have felt were essential. If you could pick ONE scene to be rescued...ONE scene you wish Robward could perform....ONE scene to rule them all......er...sorry. Wrong saga.
ONE scene you'll forever miss...which one would it be? WHICH ONE??? I excerpted your choices ;)
WANTED: First "I love you" (Twilight, Chapter 17)
He put his hands carefully on both sides of my face. "I infuriate myself," he said gently. "The way I can't seem to keep from putting you in danger. My very existence puts you at risk. Sometimes I truly hate myself. I should be stronger, I should be able to - "WANTED: Blood typing (Twilight, Chapter 5)
I placed my hand over his mouth. "Don't."
He took my hand, moving it from his lips, but holding it to his face.
"I love you," he said. "It's a poor excuse for what I'm doing, but it's still true."
It was the first time he'd said he loved me - in so many words. He might not realize it, but I certainly did.
"Bella?" a different voice called from the distance.WANTED: The flight (New Moon, Chapter 22)
No! Please let me be imagining that horribly familiar voice.
"What's wrong - is she hurt?" His voice was closer now, and he sounded upset. I wasn't imagining it. I squeezed my eyes shut, hoping to die. Or, at the very least, not throw up.
Mike seemed stressed. "I think she's fainted. I don't know what happened, she didn't even stick her finger."
"Bella." Edward's voice was right beside me, relieved now. "Can you hear me?"
"No," I groaned. "Go away."
He chuckled.
Edward seemed perfectly content to hold me in his arms, his fingers tracing my face again and again. I touched his face, too. I couldn't help 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...but never my lips, and that was good. After all, how many ways can one heart be mangled and still be expected to keep beating? I'd lived through a lot that should have finished me in the last few days, but it didn't make me feel strong. Instead, I felt horribly fragile, like one word could shatter me.WANTED: Bedroom makeout (New Moon, Chapter 23)
Edward didn't speak. Maybe he was hoping I would sleep. Maybe he had nothing to say.
I stared at him darkly for a long moment. "The way I feel about you will never change. Of course I love you - and there's nothing you can do about it!"WANTED: The aftermath (Eclipse, Chapter 24)
"That's all I needed to hear."
His mouth was on mine then, and I couldn't fight him. Not because he was so many thousands times stronger than me, but because my will crumbled into dust the second our lips met. This kiss was not quite as careful as others I remembered, which suited me just fine. If I was going to rip myself up further, I might as well get as much in trade as possible.
So I kissed him back, my heart pounding out a jagged, disjointed rhythm while my breathing turned to panting and my fingers moved greedily to his face. I could feel his marble body against every line of mine, and I was so glad he hadn't listened to me - there was no pain in the world that would have justified missing this. His hands memorized my face, the same way mine were tracing his, and, in the brief seconds when his lips were free, he whispered my name.
"Yes, a few more minutes now. Just enough time to say one more thing..."WANTED: No more waiting (Eclipse, Chapter 27)
I waited. When he finally spoke again, he was whispering. "I can be noble, Bella. I'm not going to make you choose between us. Just be happy, and you can have whatever part of me you want, or none at all, if that's better. Don't let any debt you feel you owe me influence your decision."
I pushed off the floor, shoving myself up onto my knees.
"Dammit, stop that!" I shouted at him.
His eyes widened in surprise. "No - you don't understand. I'm not just trying to make you feel better, Bella, I really mean it."
"I know you do," I groaned. "What happened to fighting back? Don't start with the noble self-sacrifice now! Fight!"
"How?" he asked, and his eyes were ancient with their sadness.
I scrambled into his lap, throwing my arms around him.
"I don't care that it's cold here. I don't care that I stink like a dog right now. Make me forget how awful I am. Make me forget him. Make me forget my own name. Fight back!"
"Stop, Edward. Wait." My voice was weak as my will.Is this easy peasy or are you conflicted? Are you vexed? Are you tortured?!
"Why?" he whispered into the hollow of my throat.
I labored to put some resolve into my tone. "I don't want to do this now."
"Don't you?" he asked, a smile in his voice. He moved his lips back to mine and made speaking impossible. Heat coursed through my veins, burning where my skin touched his.
I made myself focus. It took a great deal of effort to just force my hands to free themselves from his hair, to move them to his chest. But I did it. And then I shoved against him, trying to push him away. I could not succeed alone, but he responded as I knew he would.
He pulled back a few inches to look at me, and his eyes did nothing to help my resolve. They were black fire. They smoldered.
"Why?" he asked again, his voice low and rough. "I love you. I want you. Right now."
Thank you, Marina, for the "Wanted" wallpaper up top :)
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