Ambrosia lay back on her bed, the white sheets spread on either side of her as a grin split across her cheeks. She didn't realise how good love could be, how happy a relationship could make you, and even if Edward was a vampire, he was her vampire and what could be better than that? Ambrosia Hatton had always been a hopeless romantic, she wouldn't lie. All her life, she had been after that fairytale kiss, that love that made your heart flutter and your cheeks blush and Edward did that to her with only a stare. Their love was new, fresh, inviting and although she knew she should fear him, she couldn't help but trust him.

That night was the first night Ambrosia wore nice pyjamas, nothing extravagant, just silk shorts and a top, her long curls brushed nicely. It was something she never thought she would have to worry about, the clothes you wore to bed. But Edward had promised her that he would come and Edward wasn't one to break a promise. As surely as the sun did set, when eleven o clock rolled around, the copper-haired Cullen was there, perched on her window sill as though it was natural.

Swivelling around in her desk chair, the sweet girl couldn't help the smile that peeled at her lips at the idea that he had actually come, he stood and sat on her bed, opposite her. Their eyes met and she stared at him. So much could be exchanged with just a glance, a weight had been lifted from Edward's shoulders, he was happy, he was free and Ambrosia made him that. Standing and walking toward him, she paused in front of him, a small simple smile denting dimples in her soft cheeks.

"Hi"

"Hello" he returned, he sat and her standing in front of him, slightly between his legs though their faces not too far apart. Her hands reached up and ran through his hair once... and then again in a slow continuous movement. That simple action alone calmed him, something so minor you wouldn't realise the impact it could have.

"How was your day?" she wondered, continuing to run her hands through his soft hair, marvelling in the feel of it between her fingers. His hands placed on her waist, almost in a gesture to stop her from moving, he was enjoying the head tickles too much. He never appreciated physical contact until he had it, and now every touch was sweet to him, every touch was worth the world.

Ambrosia was a different person with him, looking deeply into his eyes with her sweet smiles and simple touches, they loved one another in slow motion but Edward had eternity. He felt that his heart could restart with each and every touch, and her heart span at the sight of him. He was mesmerising to her, all golden eyes and toned body. Edward appreciated that he had her to himself, this Ambrosia was his. She was different with others, shy to the point of not speaking but he balanced her out and he slowly walked her from her comfort zone.

"It was good. Enlightening" he smiled at her, hands moving to her face, hers placing over his where they rested. And in the next moment, her head was pulled gently toward him, their lips locking with more passion than the previous times. Somehow, without ever touching a human before, Edward knew just how gentle to be with her, enough that she wanted him to hold her tighter. And the hopeless romantic that was Ambrosia was loving every second of it. With his mate between his arms, their lips dancing, he felt only pleasure.

No pain came from the scent of her blood, it didn't stab his throat as he passionately made out with her, Ambrosia and Edward were true mates, even the thought of hurting her repulsed him tremendously. She could bleed out in front of him and all he would do was cry and try to save her. They were not in any way the same as Fred and Bella, he couldn't even stand to be in the same room as her sometimes, her scent overpowering. It was a cruel trick, that he should fall in love with his blood singer.

Their lips moved against one another passionately, with more intensity than before, and he pulled her to sit on his lap, straddling him, one hand going to the back of her head, cradling it, the other around her waist while hers remained on his cheeks.

Edward pulled his lips away from hers for a second, allowing her to suck in large quantities of air as he flipped them on her bed. Her heart leapt as she realised their position. They were now under the covers, his shoes gone. She was tucked into the corner by the wall, her head on his chest, one leg draped over his body. His hand stroked through her hair casually and he smirked at her when she looked up at him in shock.

"Goodnight Gorgeous" he winked and she blinked back before snuggling into him, appreciating the cool of his body against her.

"Aren't you uncomfortable?" she wondered, poking his shirt clad chest and he hummed at her, continuing to stroke her hair. He was aware when she slowly unbuttoned his shirt so that it flopped open but he said nothing as she marvelled over the sight of him. Her hand slowly traced the contours of his body and he smirked, pressing a kiss to her forehead as she lay back down, finally content and slipping to sleep quickly.