Summary: Edward and Bella thought they had everything worked out. They thought they knew how to satisfy their hormones without risking their hearts. They were wrong. A quick fix never lasts forever. E/B.
Prologue
It ends where it starts. Full circle.
The music was so loud I could barely hear him. Even a flight above the party with the door closed and locked I could only hear his heavy breathing when it was right beside my ear.
We were against a wall, the same wall as where this thing started. We were better now, more experienced. It should have felt better now but all I could think was goodbye.
"I'm sorry. So sorry. Tell me you forgive me. Tell me it's okay." He panted in my ear, between kisses against my neck while his fingers moved in and out.
I tightened my hand that was wrapped around him. He moaned loudly and his forehead dropped against the wall.
I gasped as his lips touched against my neck. I swallowed, closed my eyes and opened them again to be met with his face. The face I dreamed about every night. The face that could make me angrier, wetter and happier than anything else on the planet combined.
"Say it."
It wasn't okay. It would never be okay.
I looked at him, letting my feelings bubble to the surface for the first time in this whole fucked up mess. I couldn't stop the tears that pooled in my eyes.
His movements stopped. I watched his throat constrict as he swallowed. He could see what this was doing to me, what he was doing to me.
"Please." He was begging now. Edward never begged. He didn't have to; he always got what he wanted.
I wanted to stop the tears that were forming in his eyes but I couldn't. For the first time we couldn't fix each other. So I kissed him, deep and hard as I led him to my entrance.
"Say it. Say you understand. I'll. Fix. Everything." He choked out between gasps as we thrusted faster.
I couldn't breathe. Everything in me wanted to kiss him again and push away my hurt, my pain and just be with him, but I couldn't. I wouldn't, because the next time he did this, I don't think I would be left standing.
"No." His eyes scrunched shut like he was trying to fight away the pain. He pushed off the wall, did up his trousers, unlocked the door and walked through it.
The slam the door made could barely be heard over the thumping music.
It was supposed to be an experiment, a game, a point to prove, a rebellion. They weren't supposed to get their hearts broken.
