Welcome to the I Hate You, Kiss Me Outtakes
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This is the first lost section. Bella and Edward's passionate one night stand from Edward's POV. Unlike Bella, he remembers much more than she does. RATED M. This particular outtake is sexually graphic and contains adult situations. Beware kiddies.
BIG thanks to dollegirl for helping me fix my writing errors on this one. She adds another log to the fire.
Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight.
I had never given a grown woman a piggy back ride before in my life.
I couldn't help myself, it was the fastest way to get her to my new apartment and I was too drunk to be formal. If I had to wait for her stumbling step after stumbling step, I might've had the ungentlemanly notion of taking her to the next secluded alley or the bathroom in the back of the joint.
She giggled loudly into my shoulder, her breath caressing my temple with each bounce of my running steps. No, she was something else entirely and I wouldn't rush this in an alleyway. Why the hell am I still contemplating an alley? Disgraceful. I needed to get her to my bed and take my time with her. Assuming I didn't pass out drunk on top of her first.
I sped up, attempting to sprint down the street. She screeched and laughed, pressing her fingers into my shoulders. Her body and legs clutch around me from behind and god help me, I wouldn't be able to run with a hard on. I only hoped I recognized my apartment building through my inebriated vision. The laughing nightlife and driving cars barely registered as we passed them by.
Bella had said she wasn't going to sleep with me tonight. I couldn't wait to prove her wrong.
Suddenly I saw the pointed skyscraper and it took me a moment to fully realize its familiar shape I call home. I abruptly halted my running marathon, the extra exercise adding a new high. Her body slid off mine slowly with small hands traveling down my back, perking my arousal once more. Her hair softly blew around, the ends floating and tickling my face on her way down. She smelled like warm sugar and flowers, making my mouth water. Leaning against my chest to regain her balance, her hip pressed into my groin. Was she doing that on purpose? How could someone not throw herself at me all night and then do these things to my body unknowingly?
As she steadied herself, the pressure from her hip lifted off me and I immediately miss the feeling of her. I turned her to me and pressed my lips to her soft and supple mouth. She moaned lightly against me, mumbling again that she wasn't going to sleep with me tonight.
That was fine by me because I wasn't planning on sleeping. At all. And I didn't hesitate in telling her. It didn't matter anymore. She was here, despite her last attempts of rallying her resistance. I kiss her hard, preventing any further attempts at speech.
I'd never worked so hard to get a woman back to my place and I would be rewarding both of us for this conquest. I knew she was swayed completely as she wrapped her arms around my neck and leaned into me, eagerly fitting her body against mine. She was warm and soft with a death grip and I breathed in her skin and hair again. My awareness slipped, the blood leaving my brain and rushing down to the lower part of my anatomy.
Okay Bella, it's time to get inside or the doorman is gonna have one heck of a live porn show.
Her lips were all over mine, playful and eager as we made our way into the warm lobby. I tried greeting the doorman with an apologetic acknowledgment but as my hand rose, it traveled to Bella's waist magnetically. Distractedly, I broke from her a few times to make sure we were stumbling toward the right area. There would be nothing worse then barging in on a new neighbor with my lady friend right now. I led her into the elevator cart and slammed the 12th floor button. Damn, this was going to take too long. I had a breathtaking view of the city from my kitchen window but I couldn't give a shit about it now as her cold fingers played with my collar, kissing and giggling in whispers at my neck.
"You're a little vixen, aren't you?" I said, not filtering my thoughts. I grabbed her around the waist and tilted her chin up. Her lips were parted open still from the interruption and I groaned, sinking into her with a rough kiss. She had the sweetest tongue brushing mine and breathed her little noises on my lips. I growled at both my impatience with the elevator and the way my body surged with lusting anticipation.
I usually had a routine of sorts with other women and would choose how the night played out based on their reactions. I didn't realize that many of those times I had been worked up but had strained to keep myself interested. But the difference was noticeable with Bella. She kept making my body zip up and down with pleasant tingles and slaps of lust. Right away I had been ready to take hold of her and found myself trying to make it all last longer.
Her fingers ran through my hair over and over and I felt her smile into my mouth and kiss me harder. This woman was driving me nuts in the best way possible.
Just as I slide my hands up her shirt to feel her soft skin, the elevator opened. With my arm still around Bella, I led her to my door, hands still partially up the side of her shirt.
I briefly fumbled with my keys and took the opportunity to pin her back against the door, kissing her neck with one eye on the lock. I was sloppy and impatience as almost fell through the doorway, intertwined together.
No more holding back, she is mine tonight. I opened my eyes and met hers, equally lusting through the drunk haze. Her lips look puffy from our kisses and slightly parted, her cheeks flushed. Another wave of desire filled and swirled in my gut, right down to my cock.
Unthinking, I pressed her against the wall, parting her legs with one of mine and grabbing her waist to feel more of the warm, smooth skin underneath her shirt. She moaned and I knew she liked that. Our kisses grew more impatient and hungry and I vaguely realized my growls against her lips but she just pulled me closer. My thumbs graced the lace of her bra and she gasped, grinding her hips into my cock with the sweetest heavy sigh.
Holy mother of…! Thank you baby Jesus…thank you.
I held her up with my hands on her ass, intending to bring her to my bedroom but she wrapped her slender legs around my waist in another death grip. I could feel the heat of her center emanating through her jeans and before I knew it, I knocked over a chair with my leg, crashing us both onto the leather couch.
I thought I hurt her but she breathed excitedly and aggressively peeled my shirt off. My buttons went flying mid-air but she didn't notice or flinch at them. She was getting rough and I liked it.
"Hmm… someone's very eager tonight." I teased in a low voice as my fingers traveled up to her shoulders, ripping her shirt at the sleeve.
"Yeah, you." She smirked, peering at me through half lidded eyes.
I chuckled and pulled her shirt over her head. My gaze followed the motion of her hair floating and falling around her shoulders, down to her elegant collarbones and black lace bra. My breath unexpectedly caught in my throat and I glazed over at the sight. Damn, she's perfect and looking at me through her own glazed smile as she ran her fingers down my chest.
"Wow you're… hot. You must work out." She slurred with a laugh.
"Not really." I replied in an offhanded tone, smirking down at her. She felt good moving her hands over me in soft, ticklish movements and I imagined where else they'd feel good. I shuddered just thinking about it.
I leaned down, attacking her neck, gathering her to me but all of the couch cushions made it impossible to get closer. My apartment in general seemed like a giant obstacle course. I used to be smooth, skilled, but Bella had reduced me to a clumsy, impatient dog. The effort to make her mine became a huge overturn in my routine, but she was the most beautiful of them all and I wanted her... I pulled the couch cushions out and threw them around, knocking over whatever was on the coffee table. I didn't give a damn because I had Bella tunnel vision and my cock was starting to hurt with the need.
I caressed her sides, making her arch anxiously toward me, her breathing turning heavy. Pride sparked and I felt like a smug son of a bitch that she was so responsive. We hadn't even gotten to the good part yet. She moved her fingers along my shoulders impatiently, trying to grab onto me but her tiny body kept getting sucked into the couch again. Grunting in annoyance, I gathered her up as she distracted me, nibbling my neck with moans. Fuck… I couldn't stop the moan escaping my throat as her wet mouth made a trail up to my jaw. Her mouth would feel so good on… My cock twitched with excitement. She felt it on her as she nipped my ear and giggled softly into it.
Death by explosion would a stupid way to die but I thought I might combust in some way if I didn't have her soon. It was ridiculous that her clothes still weren't off. Most women stripped and hurried us over to the bed but Bella had been too preoccupied with trying to please me—and doing a hell of an amazing job, keeping me distracted.
I managed to get her as far as my desk, the next closest surface. Still holding onto me and teasing me, I imagined how nice it would be to have her displayed upright. I could take the rest of her clothes off and just slip inside... A flash of her lying bare on my kitchen table got the lust racing through me. Everything about her was silky soft and I glided my hands under her bra, brushing nipples that harden under my touch. She gasped into my shoulder as I fondled her delicate breasts, groaning at how good she feels. It was inconsistent with her frigid, reserved attitude from earlier. I still wanted to take her savagely but I felt the need to be careful with her now. Devour her properly.
I planted wet kisses down her neck, sucking on her collarbones as my hands roamed over her sides and hips feeling the soft and smooth. Her sweet body responded with little shivers where I touched her more sensitive curves. But she liked it, pushing herself further into my hands, meeting my lips. I grew excited with quickened breathes, letting her take over my mind. I wanted to learn more about her body, what would make her cry out my name.
"Where do you like to be touched?" I whispered on her lips.
"You're doing just fine." She moaned sweetly, her breast rising and falling against me.
I wasn't going to settle for 'just fine' and trailed a finger down her neck lightly, along her collarbone. "Do you like when I touch you here?" I murmured, clouded by her and the alcohol.
She sighed and pinched her knees to my thighs, urging me closer. I'd love to just take her hard on my desk but was captivated by her gasps and whimpers. My finger slid down her shoulder, pulling her strap down and traced the soft top of her breast. Her breath hitched, drawing a glazed smirk from me. But my impatient need sparked as I skimmed her sides, pulling down her bra and watched her breasts bounce up. Fuck, she was beautiful… "And what about here?" I whispered rough and unsteady, my fingers grazing her nipple again.
"Yes." She moaned, her head rolling back as her eyes started to go unfocused.
I caught her head, sucking her full lips as I cupped her breast, greedily rolling her beautiful pink nipple between my fingers. "And here?" I asked quietly, knowing that I was teasing her unnecessarily, but her reactions roused me to an unexpected degree.
Her eyes closed as a whimper tumbled from her lips, swallowing loudly, unable to answer.
It flipped a switch in me and I leaned down, sucking her nipple between my lips, feeling her arch against me with a small cry. I couldn't keep my hands off of her anymore and I didn't want to wait.
Her fingers pulled at my hair, causing a painful, arousing, shiver to run down my spine. I flicked and swirled faster, tasting the light sweat breaking out on her skin. Between her salty, sweet taste and excited breaths blowing the top of my hair, I held her more tightly, my cock rubbing through our jeans.
All of a sudden, I hear a click and pull away from her slightly to looked down. Well fuck... Somehow she had undone the clasp of my belt. She was either that good or I wasn't doing a good enough job distracting her. She smirked lazily at my surprise.
"You're not the only one with moves…" She giggled, continuing to unbutton my jeans with her little fingers. My brain was fogged by gin, still trying to catch up with her skills. I locked my glazed eyes on her and scrambled to do the same, unhooking her bra and her jeans. She unzipped and I unzipped. It was like a fucking contest with this woman but I was thriving on her sexy and playful chemistry, it was hot and…cute.
Loosening her legs from around me, she used her heels to hook my waistband, peeling my jeans down my legs, slowly. The curve of her legs rubbed down my thighs, her breasts swaying with the movement. The sight would be forever ingrained in my mind.
My attention broke as my cock snapped back up into my abdomen inside my boxers, making her giggle. Annoyed and lusting, I yanked her jeans off with a growl. Her panties and shoes slipped off with them and I smile hugely. I win.
Her hips curved out perfectly from her tiny waist, her legs long and shapely, parting slightly. I groaned hard, my whole body is begging for her. My hands sought her, brushing down her breasts, hips, and thighs. She moaned and pulled me with her nails, kissing my chest with impatience.
She felt incredible but I hadn't forgotten how she giggled at me a moment ago, taunting me with her skills and smile. I'd brought this resistant yet vivacious woman home with me to prove her wrong, wanting to feel her and make her mine—if only for a night. I wanted her to beg for me too.
One of my hands glided over her smooth leg, brushing her entrance with a finger. "And what about here?" I whispered in a voice thick, shocked by how wet she was.
"Yes. Godammit." She moaned, biting her lip. On impulsive, I licked my finger to see how she tasted, groaning deep with lust at how good it was. A bit salty at first but mostly sweet like cantaloupe. This woman would be the ruin of Edward A. Cullen.
She clutched my shoulders, as I lowered my fingers down into her wetness, rubbing her sensitive spot. "Oh fuck!" She moaned loud, panting as I groaned, kissing the tops of her breasts.
"You're ready." I murmured against her, telling her what I wanted.
Her nails rake a path down my back to my boxers, prying them off. "I've been ready. If you don't get inside of my right now, I'll kill you."
I chuckled at her feisty words, stepping out of the pile of clothes at my feet and grabbed her hips. I was an inch from her entrance, feeling her heat on my tip and so fucking ready for her when my self-preservation kicked in.
"Shit. I need to get a condom." My grip loosened, looking up into her heavy lidded, glittering, brown eyes. There's nothing more frustrating then fighting for pleasure through the inhibitions of latex.
Her knees squeezed my hips closer. "I'm on the pill." She breathed.
"But—"
"Please... It's fine. You'd be the first without it." She affirmed looking directly in my eyes, serious through her flushed, glazed expression.
I couldn't give myself an exact reason through my many reasons but I knew she wouldn't lie about this. Based on her earlier behavior I could see that she was responsible to herself. I hadn't exactly introduced myself as Edward STD-free Cullen but perhaps she had assessed the good in my character too. I was strangely flattered and it excited me further that she was giving me this. Letting me feel her completely…
It was glistening wet between her legs. I had done that, made her feel good. I eased myself into her, stretching her heat with thrilling anticipation. Inch by inch she allowed me deeper. I groaned at the pressure and wet heat enveloping the most sensitive part of my body. She pushed me in further, pressing her legs into my lower back. Fuck that was hot… I couldn't think anymore, my instinct taking over.
I stroked slow at first, finding my rhythm, shuddering as our sounds mingled together. Her hips anxiously met my thrusts as her breasts lightly bounced against my chest. The whole desk was creaking and the wall of stacked papers behind her cascaded to the floor with our rocking movements. I accidentally crunch a few of my beloved legal documents under my feet, not caring about anything except feeling her.
I wanted to quicken my pace with her but my knees were bending awkwardly with the height of the desk. That was just intolerable.
"You…need...another…desk." She moaned breathlessly in time with my thrusts.
I paused with a growl, lifting her, but not getting further than the kitchen table with her muscles squeezing down on me as she held on. Yes, the kitchen table… Not only did it spark my earlier fantasy, but it aligned much better to the height of my hips and I wanted to make the most of this. She squeaked as I gave her round, supple ass a firm squeeze before settling her on the surface. She smack-grabbed my ass in return, digging her nails into my skin as I start pumping into her roughly at an upward angle, feeling myself more deeply inside.
I lost all sense of myself, overwhelmed with slick pleasure, begging in angry grunts for our release. My eyes squeezed shut to concentrate on just the feeling, silently cursing the gin for causing all my physical impulses to move at a sluggish pace. If I were sober I would be meticulously touching her in places and triggering her desires instead of impatiently groping and slamming into her.
Her moans grew louder, her breath heavier, and my eyes snapped open to look at her. I realized I was smacking my hips hard against her. But she liked it, arching into me, tilting her head back, exposing her neck to me. Her silky tangled tresses cascaded down her back and swing airily with our movements. Her eyes were closed while moans escaped her parted pink mouth. The way she looked and felt, the sounds she made—I didn't think it was possible for another wave of lust to slap me again. I'd never seen a more beautiful sight. This wonderful sex goddess took what I gave her, holding onto it and enjoying it. I wanted to please her.
Slowing my movements, I glanced around. We were wild like a pair of bucking deer in the middle of my disastrous living room. I cursed under my breath, battling with myself. She deserved better than this, a nice bed were I could do things to her till the sun rose. And maybe even after that.
"Fuck. Not…here." I bite out gruffly as I reluctantly stopped.
She whined, her grip on me only getting tighter. I gathered her up, still connected, her muscles tightening on my cock.
"Christ." I was surprised I could walk at all. She laughed into my neck, mumbling and teasing her lips along my neck. Woman, I'm trying to take you to my bed!
"Do you like when I do this?" She mocked playfully, rubbing her hands along my nipples, squeezing and pulling.
My eyes closed, groaning and unable to answer. I had to stop walking to steady myself for a moment in the hallway. I placed my palm up to lean against the wall, hissing at her but she continued her attentions on me. "And what about this?" Her hair tickled as she ran her tongue up my chest.
"Bella." I ground out, my legs shaking with the effort.
Her slurring giggles were so wicked as she lifted her face to look at me with a smile and squeezing. I pull her hips down on me and before I could stop, I pushed her back against the wall with her legs still wrapped around me, pushing into her angrily. Unwavering lust hazed over. I wrapped my arms around her to protect her spine from the hard wall, crushing her to me. Our sweat soaked chests slid up and down each other as I bent my knees to thrust deep. Her cries muffle in my shoulder with her legs like a vice around my hips. I moaned harshly into her neck, battling with myself to open the bedroom door, the knob within arms reach.
She dug her nails into my back, the pain sparking some of my alertness. Every time I slid her along the wall, she clamped down on me, wild for her release. Without much progress we ended up against the closed bedroom door.
I tried to stay in control, keeping her pressed against the door with no escape. She was so vocal, I'd love for her to moan my name. "Bella…" I said in a low voice, keeping my lips near hers, feeling her breaths tickle my mouth. She was completely flushed and sweating and my thumbs rubbing down her back in encouragement.
"Bella…" I quietly say again and nip her bottom lip.
She stared at my mouth when I said her name, watching my tongue dart around with the consonants and vowels. I liked whispering her name but I couldn't recall a moment where I'd spent time coaxing a woman to scream my name. Ever.
"Mmm…" I stared at her hand running up her slick sweaty stomach, over her breast making it bounce once, and up to the side of her face. I was completely speechless by how erotic the whole thing was. Her hand left her forehead and traveled swiftly to my hair, pulling me close in a rough fashion, kissing me hard. It was urgent but deep and tender. She moaned into my mouth, her tongue brushing mine. "I want you, so badly."
It was hot and desperately intimate. She belonged in my bed. Her lips and tongue filled my senses while I fumbled with the doorknob. Once through, I stumbled and crashed us into the sheets.
Bella climbed atop with a new wave of impatience, straddling down on me. I groaned with a strangled sigh and held onto her hips, laying flat. She let me fill her again, gloriously bouncing on me. I grasped her for leverage and jerked my hips up to meet her. I watched my cock disappear as she took me deep, getting our faster rhythm going again. She threw her head back, arching up that her breasts surfaced from between us. They were damn perfect and I grabbed each one, fondling her. She cried out, grinding hard into me. Down on my cock, up to my hands.
Every thing about her was bringing me higher and I felt the rush. Bella moved almost frantically, crying out and in a few more strokes I felt her muscles clamp so tightly around me. She came hard, overwhelming me as her body fell to mine. She whimpered in disorientated mess, sexy, sweating, and giving. I rolled us over, flipping her on her back so she could rest easier while I finished between her soft legs. Her muscles had pulled me so deep that within a few thrusts against the friction I felt the height of my release rip through me. My strangled grunts mingled loud with her sounds as I emptied inside of her with a shooting force that I wasn't expecting.
My body shuddered against hers as we prolonged the feeling with a few last gentle strokes until she trembled. Her tangled, sweaty hair fanned out between the pillows. Her sounds softened and slowed, and eventually died out, leaving her breathless once more.
The full dizzying effect of my alcohol content swept over me and I slide out of her with a shaky breath, falling beside her. She seemed careful not to touch me anymore, only our shoulders pressed lightly together as we lay side by side still regulating our breaths. I guessed she wasn't much of an after sex snuggler like other women. Normally I didn't care for it either but it was a shame because she felt really nice. More than nice.
We were quiet for an indeterminate period of time. I didn't want her to leave but wasn't sure what to say or do. The room starts to spin as I stared at the ceiling, dazzled by her, fighting the shut of my mind.
Finally she cuddled into my side and I turned to her with a groggy smile to see her sleeping sweetly. My face fell in disappointment, realizing that she hadn't intentionally wanted to be this way with me. I didn't know why I cared so much. She was a hot night and I grinned, knowing I tired her out, even though she never cried out my name in her fit of passion.
I glanced at the clock beside me. 4:47 AM. I didn't realize our activities had taken so long and yet, I wanted her again. I also didn't want to be the asshole that woke her up. I pulled the sheets over us, trying to find my own state of sleep.
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Hours later I woke with my head lodged under my pillow, thirsty. My head hadn't pounded like this since my college years. An image of Bella flashed in my mind and I rolled over expectantly. She wasn't here and the room felt desolate without her warm little body beside me. I forced my aching limbs to move and climb out of bed to search for her. I smiled briefly, imagining her in my shower or looking for food in the kitchen. I dismissed the ridiculous notions because I actually didn't know her well and didn't want to feed my imagination with the silly fantasies.
Everywhere was quiet and empty and the little hope I had sunk. I wasn't expecting to feel the wave of disappointment. My eyes widened incredulously at the magnitude of the disaster in my living room and I could hear the faint echoes of her sex noises almost haunting me. I supposed I had gotten what I had originally wanted.
The only thing I cared about was having sex.
That's what everyone at Montys had been thinking last night with their sneaking glances and demure smiles. Those women sucked on their cocktails and playfully touched the arm of their newest leering caveman. They were all too willing, all I had needed to do was sit and stare from the bar and they would come flocking.
I had been feeling stressed from the move, all the way across the country from New York, and I started my new job on Monday. I hadn't wanted a sedative and a good night's sleep. I had wanted some release that no amount of morning jogs could take care of. I hadn't cared who, the first one to flock my way would've satisfied the job.
I had scanned the room filled with loud music, laughing groups, and the musky scent of old beer. Everyone had been eager and brazen except for one person. A woman sipping her drink with a cynical smile, not drawing attention to herself but observing the ignorance of young love and fleeting desires surrounding her.
I meant to pass her by but felt myself smiling every time I had looked at her. An exciting challenge had knocked on my door. Edward Cullen tames the shrew.
Her sarcasm and witty jabs were charming and she had done a surprisingly excellent job at bypassing all of my attempts at seduction. Had she known, that kind of behavior only raised me to the challenge even more. I hadn't come this far in my career - in life - by giving up easily.
I had seen a light in her eyes as she surged at the opportunity to be helpful. She spoke of the city and the sights for me to take advantage of in Seattle. She had given me tight lipped smiles over her gin and tonic, but never once touched on a sexual topic or returned my innuendos. I eventually caught on that that had been her goal, politely talking to me but avoiding my advances. She'd stopped speaking abruptly and I'd realized I had been staring at her too intently. She probably interpreted that as me trying to make a move on her but I had found myself studying her. She was very beautiful and she knew it. I could see she was a stand offish type but in a confident way and not easily convinced by the opposite sex.
My thoughts lingered on her beauty more and without discipline, strayed to more memories of last night. I made my way to the kitchen for some water, my throat was scratchy and dry to an uncomfortable degree. I leaned over the sink and a used glass on the counter caught my eye. I picked it up gingerly to inspect it. A last lingering droplet of water sat at the bottom and the print of lips marks the edge. Bella.
I sighed as images of her flashed in my mind again. Her smirk and giggles and sharp glittering eyes.
"You should try the Palisade, it's one of the best seafood restaurants in Seattle."
"Would you care to have dinner with me there sometime?"
What an idiotic thing to suggest, trying to start something serious knowing last night had only been my second night in Seattle. At the time, the offer had burst from my lips without the consent of my better judgment. It was just a single night of passion. I had been kidding myself when my intoxicated mind flowed freely, stupidly wandering to other possibilities with her. And yet the undisciplined part of my mind started planning my next visit to Montys, wondering if she'd be there again.
I shook my head, attempting to keep my focus for Monday. Lawrence Associates was prestigious in its own right. I was eager to succeed there as I had done with J. Jenks.
I filled the used glass with water and turn it carefully so the mark from her lips on the rim faced me. Her mouth had been there not long ago and I placed my lips over the smudge to kiss her goodbye and drink deeply.
In the story a pattern in behavior is apparent between these two. Running his fingers through his hair is not the only action Edward repeats ;) He likes pushing Bella up against doors, touching her in ways like caressing her leg in his office or running a finger or two through her hair. As IHYKM get's more touchy-feely we'll see more of his affectionate tendencies come up again. Bella is an exciting challenge to him from the beginning, she does not fully realize the trouble he goes to in his efforts to have her that night.
In light of these new details, this might make you feel more frustrated knowing what these two fools have missing out on all this time. Or you may feel relieved to know what's in store for them later on.
I look forward to writing more outtakes, if there's a section in the story thus far that you would like to see in another character's POV or a different side of a situation, I shall add it to my list! If it's interesting or backed by popular demand I will definitely try it out =)
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