Heartbeats
Disclaimer: Twilight is not mine, I am strictly borrowing the characters for my own use. I own nothing but the plot.
His eyes are wide and as dark as his black hair, lustful and passionate. She looks unsure but there's something in her that tells her to want it, that tells her she needs it but she doesn't know why. Maybe it's the wine she's been sipping on all night or maybe it's just the look in his eyes that makes her feel so desirable inside. Before she knows what she's doing, her eyes are closed and her face is against his, their noses touching. He can feel her uneven breaths on his lips and he's desperate to close the gap and feel her mouth move with his. He knows it's wrong, but why should it be if it feels so damn right?
"I-..." She wants to tell him it's okay but the words recoil in her throat as the air gets caught. A sigh leaves his lips as he moves away from her but those two shots of tequila have made his brain fuzzy and he ends up doing the opposite, closing the space between their lips instead. Her mouth is soft on his and he can taste the faint remains of her hot devil red lipstick as he drags his tongue across her bottom lip. One of her hands move onto his neck and pull at the short hairs just behind his ear, the other traces the firm contour of his bicep and as she does this he forgets about the suitcase and train ticket waiting at the bottom of his stairs, forgets about his girlfriend sleeping in his bed waiting for him to come home. He needs to breathe for a minute and he reluctantly takes his lips off of hers, dipping his head into her neck to breathe her in completely and boundlessly. Just like that he's caught up in this new world of Bella.
"You owe me this Bella, you owe this to our friendship. After everything, after all this time, you need to give me this, as my friend." He pants into the crook of her collarbone, his nose tracing the line of her neck.
She respires heavily and needs time to clear her thoughts, to think about what she's doing but it's difficult, really difficult, when his hand is so slightly slipping under her shirt and stroking the bare skin at the small of her back, while his teeth are barely grazing her collarbone as he regains his breath. Quickly as she can she slithers off the sofa and escapes into the kitchen, leaning on the counter for support and trying to unsmear her lipstick. She needs to think. She knows it's wrong. They're in relationships. Jacob and Leilani. Aleks and Bella. Not Bella and Jacob. They're not even in love. They're just friends. So why is she so anxious to go back in there and feel his body against hers? A wave of relief floods her tense muscles when his silent footsteps approach her and he leans against her back, hands braced against the counter beside hers. His chin hovers above her ear because she's so much smaller than he is, and when he speaks, his breath blows against her jaw. "Just tonight. I promise. And then I leave...and it never happened...and we'll still just be friends." She turns around abruptly, an achievement for how small the space between them is, and looks him in the eye, her stomach rubbing against the cold buckle of his belt.
"We'll still just be friends? Unaffected by this, like it never happened?" She reiterates.
"If that's what you want," he confirms. "I promise."
"Just tonight then," And she snakes her arms into his hair as she pulls him down desperately to her lips again. His hands coil around the back of her legs and squeeze the bottom of her rear before he hoists her onto the kitchen counter, giving him better access to her delicious mouth. Their four hands slip and slide as they get rid of their clothes as efficiently as they can and feel as much of another as is allowed. He slips her off the counter and strides into the bedroom, placing her on the sheets so he can take off his underwear, she does the same. The whole time they try to remember it's just sex, that there's nothing deeper to it. The lights are off and it's left that way, they don't need to see each other, they just need to feel it together. And when they do, it's like life cannot be any better than it is in that moment. There are shooting stars behind their eyelids, sweaty screams of desire, a single heartbeat that is the perfect rhythm.
They finish just as the sky begins to lighten and fall asleep on separate sides of the bed, apart and not touching.
When they wake up it's just before noon and neither know what to do. He wants to leave but he can't bring himself to walk out the door, she wants to look at him and wish him a safe train journey but her eyes are suddenly fascinated with the lines of the floorboards. They're stuck now, torn between knowing the right and wrongs of reality and the right and wrongs of them. Reality tells them they should leave then and there, part ways, go back to normal, go back to being friends. But everything inside them screams they should never leave each other again. With the promise unforgotten, eventually reality wins out and, as much as it pains him, he sits behind the wheel and drives away with less than a goodbye smile. Her heart tells her to follow him in her truck but her brain is sensible and can't, won't, comply with it. She remembers the promise, remembers it was just tonight and slams the door in confusion at the mess of her feelings. She spends the next few minutes finishing her coffee and decides a shower is the simple solution to washing away the sticky feeling of sin and impurity.