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This is the scene from New Moon when Edward is trying to convince Bella she is awake and not dead. I've wanted to do a kissing picture of them for some time, and this was the perfect opportunity to show off some of my redesigns. I don't think I got Edward's hair color quite right, and the proportions are off.... But otherwise, I love it. Here is the scene, page 512 from the book (American version)

His mouth was on mine then, and I couldn't fight him. Not because he was so many times stronger than me, but because my will crumbled into dust the second our lips met. This kiss was not quite as careful as the 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.

When I started to get dizzy, he pulled away, only to lay his ear against my heart.

I lay there, dazed waiting for my gasping to slow and quiet.

"By the way," he said in a casual tone. "I'm not leaving you."
New Moon- page 512 American version

Description
This is the scene from New Moon when Edward is trying to convince Bella she is awake and not dead. I've wanted to do a kissing picture of them for some time, and this was the perfect opportunity to show off some of my redesigns. I don't think I got Edward's hair color quite right, and the proportions are off.... But otherwise, I love it. Here is the scene, page 512 from the book (American version)

His mouth was on mine then, and I couldn't fight him. Not because he was so many times stronger than me, but because my will crumbled into dust the second our lips met. This kiss was not quite as careful as the 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.

When I started to get dizzy, he pulled away, only to lay his ear against my heart.

I lay there, dazed waiting for my gasping to slow and quiet.

"By the way," he said in a casual tone. "I'm not leaving you."
New Moon- page 512 American version