Falling To The Sun | B. Swan + E. Cullen

quarante-six

Curled around Bella in her bed, she hummed happily into the crook of her neck as she kissed softly at the soft skin. 

Normally she would leave bites marks in a tantalizing path down the curve to the smooth expanse of her collar bone, tracing her touch down, down, down... but it wouldn't be appropriate to stake her claim when tomorrow there would be no point because everyone would know she was hers anyway. 

Still, she couldn't help herself when they were alone with nothing else to do for the rest of the night. She wanted to taste every inch of her, wanted to press her lips against hers until they were swollen and bruised, but it wasn't the time now, not when she would have all the time in the world later. 

Fingers dug into her hip pulling her closer, and Roman grinned, inch back enough that Bella whimpered at the loss. 

"Roman," she whined turning on her side so that she was closer. 

"We have to stop, "she says, cutting off her protest with a kiss. "Edward will be here to drive me to the treaty soon." 

"You can always stay the night here," she offers, pouting as Roman giggles and pulls away. 

"You know I can't. It's bad luck to see the bride before the wedding." 

"Does that count if there are two brides?" 

"Counts as double," she giggles, taking her hand into hers and kissing her fingers. "It's only one night that you'll be alone, Bella. You'll survive without us." 

She mumbles something and drops back onto her pillows. "Why are you and Edward so intent on keeping with tradition?" 

"Well, it's not like we're really keeping with tradition since poly weddings aren't really traditional, but there are a few things that I want to stick to if I can," she says, brushing Bella's cheek with her thumb. "I know that you're only really doing this for us, but it's almost done, and then we can just live happily ever after!"

"You're too positive, Roman," she whispers, leaning into the girl's touch. "You're going to start making me excited about this if you aren't careful." 

"As it should be! Maybe I should keep talking so that you get all eager and pumped for tomorrow." 

"I am pumped, Roman, I do want to marry you both, I just... don't understand the purpose of the ceremony and celebration. It's nothing more than a piece of paper for me, but I understand why you both really want to go through with it." 

She sighs. "I just wish that you felt about it the same way that I do, but I understand if you have your private reservations. Maybe you'll see what I mean tomorrow when you're wearing your dress for the real thing and getting ready to walk down the aisle." 

"Well, there's one thing I'm excited about," Bella says, pushing up so that her face hovered over Roman's. "I can't wait to see you in that dress you're terribly excited about." 

Heat rushes to her cheeks, a smile bursting across her lips. "You're going to love it."

"I know," she whispers against her lips. "I love you in everything you wear." 

She breathes in sharply, hands gripping Bella's shirt tightly as she pulls her down. "And do you have a favourite?" 

"Green and pink," she admits, pressing a quick kiss to her lips. "Anything green and pink, though I really do love you in red." 

"Oh? Are you going to be adding white to the list?" 

"Everything is on the list," Bella says, smiling as she kisses her again.