Disclaimer:

I do not own nor claim to own any aspect of the Twilight universe. All rights belong solely to Stephenie Meyer. I am making no money off of this little hobby of mine. It should also be known that since these entries contain an M rating that all readers are encouraged to be 18 years of age or older. This will be the only warning and only disclaimer. Please refer to this chapter in the future.

Author's Note:

I'm so excited to be a part of Smut University 2014! For this first pre-homework entry, I decided to use a smut scene from a collab fic I'm currently in the progress of writing with my sister. It's an AU Stefan/Bella and this particular scene happens toward the end of the story and has not been published yet, so it's basically like a sneak peak. If anyone is interested in reading the rest of the story, titled Together in Darkness, you can find the link to it on my profile. Anyways, I hope everyone enjoys this and that it isn't too terrible. I'm looking forward to learning everything I can about smut writing this summer.

My eyes slid shut as her fingers crawled across my cheeks, leaning into her soft touch. A small tremor of anticipation traveled up my spine as I positioned myself over her, lowering my hand to nudge her legs apart. Bella arched her back, pushing our chests together, and seductively hitched one of her legs around my waist, urging our bodies closer. As my thumb rubbed over the curve of her hip bone, though, I paused, a sudden thought jumping to the forefront of my mind.

My eyes snapped open, our gazes locking. "I have a request."

She captured her bottom lip between her teeth, making a small impatient sound of protest as her leg constricted even tighter around me. "Yes, Stefan?" she inquired, gracefully arching an eyebrow in mock curiosity.

The sultry tone of her voice and the way my name rolled off her tongue made venom flood my mouth and I swallowed thickly, fighting against the animal in my chest to push out the words I intended to say before my instincts completely took over.

"I've marked you brutally in the past. I want to give you a different mark now, one that won't remind you of my cruelty. Only the love I have for you," I said, feeling irrationally nervous over her reaction and unsure whether or not she would approve.

She was silent for a moment, a moment that seemed to stretch on for eternity, before the corners of her mouth drifted up into a demure smile, her darkened eyes flashing with warmth. Leaning up, she brushed her lips across my cheek, her breath crawling languidly along my skin, and positioned her mouth beside my ear. A shiver ricocheted down my spine as I lifted my eyes to stare out at the sea stretched out before us, my vision picking up on the forms of dolphins swimming beneath the surface of the water and seagulls dipping and swirling on the thermals high above. The sound of her breathing in my ear echoed the crash of the waves against the cliff face below and I exhaled softly, relishing the tranquility of the moment before hearing Bella gave me her answer.

"Only if I can mark you as well," she breathed, causing my body to shudder with hot desire as her breath wafted past my ear.

"You will hear no argument from me," I replied, grinning wolfishly as I pulled back, my mind already running over the different options of bite placement.

My gaze rested briefly on her neck and the attractive indentation of her collarbone. Biting a mate on the neck was a popular option; the mark was visible to other vampires, signifying that they were spoken for. It was a logical choice, but I wanted my mark to be in a more subtle location. My eyes scanned slowly down her body – such flawless perfection – and paused when I reached her left hip, one corner of my mouth curling up in a devilish smirk as I stared at the protrusion of her hip bone.

There, I thought, my smile widening as I slid down her body and positioned myself over her hip.

I planted a tender kiss on her skin before opening my mouth wide and pressed my teeth against her side directly above her hip bone, then moved only my eyes to glance up at her, silently asking if she was ready. She nodded eagerly, sucking in a deep breath through her mouth, and I felt her muscles tighten in anticipation.

Without breaking eye contact with her, I clamped my mouth shut, my teeth penetrating her hard vampire skin with a sharp, metallic shink, and her venom immediately filled my mouth. I instinctively sealed my lips over my teeth, preventing any of her venom from escaping. Bella gasped, her mouth dropping open, and a long moan escaped from behind her parted lips as she arched her back, embedding my teeth ever deeper into her side. The resulting explosion of her venom in my mouth was altogether shocking and unbelievable. My blackened eyes widened in disbelief and I automatically swallowed, a low groan bubbling in the back of my throat, my hands clenching around her thigh and shoulder as though she was a human that I was feeding from.

I wasn't exactly sure how it was possible, but the potency of her venom was far stronger – and so much more delectable – now than the many occurrences when I had kissed her and explored her mouth with my tongue. My mind tried to dredge up the fact that I had found Anya's venom just as appealing once upon a time, but I forced those thoughts away. Now was not the time to be thinking about my long dead mate. This moment was about Bella and myself. No one else.

I abstained from swallowing anymore of her venom and allowed an ample amount of time for mine to ooze into the jagged marks my teeth had created in her skin. When I finally pulled back, I paused and stared down at the fresh mark, but more specifically, the shimmering silvery substance of our mixed venom that was welled up on the edges of the punctures, unable to stop the small rush of pride over being the first to mark her in this way. I quickly leaned back down and swept my tongue over the wound, sealing it shut, then slowly licked my bottom lip, lapping up the remaining droplets of her venom.

I shot her a charming grin. "The taste of your venom is even more magnificent than the aroma."

One corner of her mouth drifted up, staring at me with hooded eyes, and lifted a hand, combing her trembling fingers softly through my hair. "Quite the smooth talker," she breathed.

I trailed feather light kisses along her skin as I crawled back up her body and hovered over her, staring down into her eyes meaningfully. "Did I hurt you?" I asked, now aware that her whole body was trembling lightly.

She shook her head and I was stunned to see love for me present in her gaze. "Not at all. It's just…such an amazing sensation to have your venom in me, running through me. I didn't know that it would feel this great."

My mouth came back down on hers, kissing her hungrily, as her words caused a fresh wave of desire to course through me. I lowered my hands to her hips and elevated them slightly, poised and ready to be joined with her. The past few weeks of built up sexual tension – all the tender kisses, sensual touches, and smoldering gazes – had finally come to a head, but I needed to make my intentions absolutely clear one last time. Even though she had just allowed me to mark her, if there was any doubt that still lingered in her mind, I had to be sure. There was no margin for error here, not this time.

"I want you. Badly," I whispered huskily, staring down into her lust darkened eyes.

My anxiety over her possible rejection, as irrational as that fear was, made my insides press together like tightly coiled springs, the air becoming thick as I awaited her response. I was prepared for her refusal and would honor her decision if she requested that I stop, but a large part of me was hoping, practically willing, that she would accept me.

She moaned impatiently and coiled her arms around my neck, then lifted her right leg, hitching it over my hip and forcing our bodies closer together. "Then take me… I'm all yours." I could feel her trembling intensify and I growled under my breath, knowing either of us could stand the wait no longer.

I gripped her hips tightly and slowly eased inside her, my growl morphing into a deep groan at how ready she was for me, filling her completely on the first thrust. I exhaled heavily and squeezed my eyes shut as they rolled back beneath their lids, my frame quivering with pleasure at how tightly her body encased me. Her vampire skin had very little give and her walls were snug as a second skin around me, the pressure enough to make my legs tingle. Bella's answering moan was soft and breathy, her arms automatically constricting even more firmly around my neck. She swung her opposite leg up and curled it around my waist, desperately urging her pelvis up into mine.

Unlocking my hands from her hips, I braced them on either side of Bella's head and gyrated my hips in slow, lazy circles, earning a sweet exhalation of approval from her. "God, Bella…" I whispered as I buried my face in her neck, slowly beginning to rock back and forth, savoring the delicious sensations that crawled over my skin.

"Stefan…" she moaned, and I didn't fail to notice how perfect my name sounded as it came out of her mouth, as though she was meant to speak my name alone.

I effortlessly sunk my fingers into the ground for added leverage and drove into her, desperately wanting to bring her the most amazing, spine tingling pleasure that I could. Her soft sighs and moans spurred me on, resonating deep within my core. It was astounding how profoundly I was affecting her now when not so long ago she had considered me nothing more than a monster and cringed whenever I attempted to touch her. I was not compelling her; she was responding to me completely on her own, and was eliciting reactions out of me that were mind numbing in their purity.

This woman, this beautiful vision of a woman, who was writhing in ecstasy beneath me had accepted me and all my demons, a feat that I wasn't so sure I was worthy of. After spending three millennia living how I pleased, taking what I desired, killing, plundering, and usurping anything I saw fit, the last thing I deserved was the love of the woman whom I had used for my own selfish purposes.

Since losing Anya I had merely considered sex a carnal act, a need I required as a man, something I merely used women for, but now with Bella… What I felt with her was so much more powerful than anything I had experienced over the past thousand years and it was as though the part of me that had withered away after Anya died was slowly coming back to life.

I pulled myself out of my inner musings, fully intending to devote every iota of my attention to her, and moved my mouth to kiss and suck on her neck longingly, her moans increasing in volume and duration. Her voice was positively heavenly. Our bodies moved as one, our pelvises pounding and grinding together in an erotic dance, and all too soon I felt a familiar coiling deep in my groin. A frustrated groan vibrated deep in my chest, feeling a great deal of contention toward my fast approaching release, but also anticipating it.

Bella brought her lips to my neck, brushing them over my skin with a feather light tenderness, and a sudden flare of excitement shot up my spine as I realized she was preparing to bite me, to mark me as I had just marked her. No other vampire, not even Anya, had ever marked my skin, a result of my careful, meticulous planning and dedication to learning every type of fighting technique that I could to prevent just such a thing from happening. I did not want to be another immortal's trophy. But now I was anxiously looking forward to having a reminder of this intimate moment to replay whenever I wanted, to remember the blinding pleasure both of us were experiencing.

A tingling jolt where her lips brushed across my neck set my nerves on fire, pushing a low, rumbling groan out of my throat. My breath started coming in short, hitching gasps – a pure sexual reaction – and my thrusting became frenzied, the tension deep inside me building and building, coiling tighter until I was practically begging for that release so I could feel her teeth sink into my skin and the subsequent burn of her venom.

I sucked in a sharp breath as that built up tension snapped suddenly and violently, and I slammed home one last powerful thrust. Right as I was coming undone on top of her, she bit me hard, her teeth digging deeply into my neck right over my dry pulse point, the metallic grinding of my skin echoing loudly in my ears. I jerked, my eyes flying open in surprise, even though I knew it had been coming, as a brief stab of pain lanced through me, and gasped loudly, instinctively throwing my head back. A low, primal growl rose up Bella's throat, her own instincts causing her to clamp her mouth shut even more firmly.

The pain quickly transformed into a delicious shock of pleasure, amplifying my orgasm to the point that it seemed as though an atomic bomb had been set off inside my skull. My body was a livewire, and I was certain that I would spontaneously combust in the wake of such blinding euphoria. As the waves of pleasure broke over me like the sea over the rocks I already knew I wanted more. My need for this woman would be endless.

The shift inside me was instantaneous. In the time it took for me to blink the crushing agony of losing Anya was finally tolerable. The relief was liberating. I did not love her any less, but it was like a small shaft of light had illuminated my blackened soul to make room for Bella also, and I knew that, as with Anya, no matter what happened I would always love Bella.

I savored the aftershocks as I would a mouthful of fresh blood, then my body sagged against hers, my muscles gradually unlocking, and expelled a long, satisfied sigh as I kissed her hair. Bella lifted one of her hands and curled it over the back of my head, her fingers tangling in my hair, as she gently extracted her teeth from my neck. The residual burn of her venom made me bite back another moan as it fought its way up my throat when she swiped her tongue over the jagged tears to seal them shut. The resulting tingles were glorious. I could see myself becoming severely addicted to her bite.

"Wow…" she whispered, her breath wafting past my ear and crawling lazily across the fresh silvery marks emblazoned like a brand on my neck. "That was incredible."

I pulled back slowly, yanking my fingers out of the ground, and stared down at her, watching with interest as her irises returned to the rich honey gold I had come to admire. She was a vision, pure and simple. Her gaze held the same wistful fascination mine did and I knew she was watching the color return to my eyes as well. Without exactly meaning to, a wide smile spread across my mouth and I realized with a small amount of shock that I hadn't been this happy – genuinely happy – in centuries.

I brought a hand down and brushed the backs of my knuckles down her cheek. "So much more incredible than I could have imagined."

I reached up with my free hand and gingerly swept the pads of my fingers down the raised scars, chuckling softly as my skin tingled lightly. "My first claiming bite," I murmured, grinning down at her with pride.

"You are mine, and I am yours," she replied, cupping my face delicately. "That will never change."

My dead heart swelled at her words, and I gently grasped one of her hands, trailing kisses from the inside of her wrist all the way to her elbow. "No, it will not. I want and need none but you," I said, bringing my eyes back to her and locking our gazes.

The smile that spread across her face then resonated in my core and I melted into her as she kissed me, savoring the feel of her lips against mine. For that one moment – that blissfully perfect moment – I experienced peace for the first time in centuries and I was astounded that just one kiss could bring me that.

"I love you, Stefan," she breathed, her mouth still tantalizingly close to mine, and slid one of her hands up my head to tangle her fingers in my hair.

A strange warmth bloomed inside my chest and lazily spread outward. I would never tire of hearing her say that. "And I love you, Bella," I responded softly, unconsciously leaning into her hand.