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Kismet and Kindred Spirits

Prologue

Edward's cat green eyes are puffy and red from crying, I know mine are too. Alice looks like a drown rat and Jasper is sitting with his back to us, but the shaking of his shoulders betray his crying. We'd been in our meadow all afternoon, hiding from the reality that today is our last day together ever. It's so horrible, Alice, Jasper, Edward and I have been best friends since we were seven years old and Alice had punched Jasper for stealing her yellow crayon. She had been coloring her dream car, a Porsche. Edward had pushed her and I had hit him for hurting my friend. By lunch time, the four of us were inseparable. We, meaning Edward, Jasper, Alice, and I, had looked out for each other from that day on.

Until now, that is.

Edward fucking Masen has come to steal our kismet, our destiny. I cannot imagine, even now that the time is upon us, the thought of never seeing or hearing Edward ever again. We are down to just a few hours now, the bastard will be arriving to pick Edward up at 8 pm. A new bout of sobbing begins with the acceptance that this short time is all we would ever have. After today, I will never hear his voice, feel his hand in mine, or look into those piercing green eyes.

Starting tomorrow, we would be forbidden to do something as small as acknowledge one another on the street. Yet another bullshit order handed from the court at the behest of Masen, Edward was not going to be permitted any contact with us, the only friends and family he has known. A clean break, the fuctard Masen had told my Edward. How can this bastard get away with this?! Everyone knows that the only reason he suddenly decided to be a father after fifteen years is Edward's trust fund.

Edward silently strokes my hair as I cry, he cannot bring himself to try and comfort me with words he does not feel. "Why can't he just die? I hate him!" I whimper, clinging to my bronze haired angels favorite X-Men tee as I sob into his chest. "You can't leave us, leave me. Edward, you promised!"

He hugs me closer to him, his lips brushing the side of my head, "I don't have a choice love," he has called both of us girls that since we were little, but lately it had started to mean a lot more between just the two of us," If there was something I could do, I would have jumped on that shit and had it done already."

I choke back another sob and get to my feet, dragging him with me. He doesn't let go of my hand once we're standing and it's comforting, even now, because I know he can't bear the thought of leaving either. A light bulb goes off in my head. "We can hide you Edward! Between the three of us, we could keep that bastard from ever finding you."

His signature crooked smile lights up his face and he pushes his wire rimmed glasses back up his nose before wiping away the fresh tears on my cheeks. "If I could run away from all of this, I would take you with me, Isabella, my silly little lamb." He punctuates his words by pressing his lips to mine and then gently pushing my head back to his chest. He rests his cheek on my head and begins to hum the song he has been writing just for me.

He had never called me Isabella until six months ago when we'd ended up kissing during an argument over what music to listen to on my iPod. We were sitting together on my bean bag chair because it sat against the back wall of the house. A wall that was nothing but glass and gave an unobstructed view of the ocean. We haven't spent more than a day apart since. It worked out in the end, because two weeks after our first kiss, Jazz and Alice had theirs, so no jealousy or awkwardness ever developed between the four of us.

I wrap my arms around his waist on hold on to him as tightly as I am able, "Stop being such a masocistic lion then and let us hide you, please." I don't try to hide the desperation in my voice.

He sighs, then jumps back, but grabs my hands eagerly once more before my fragile ego can be injured. "Let's go to your house for a while, just you and me. Jazz and Alice can go her house or something. It might give us more time if we split up and keeping moving around," his words come out so fast that it takes a second for my brain to process them. He looks at me, one eyebrow raised, until I bob my head once. I'm confused, but I trust him not to lead me wrong.

"Fantastic!" he gushes, imitating David Tennant on Doctor Who, then nearly rips my arm off as he proceeds to drag me back down the secret trail leading back to our homes. When we reach the fork, he instinctively takes the one that goes off to the right, it's the one that leads to my aunt and uncle's monstrosity that they call a house. He had only been riding it on his dirt bike three or four nights a weeks for the past four months to sleep in my room with me because I sometimes have night terrors and he didn't want me to wake up in a panic all alone.

We reach the back of the three story mansion and quickly check to make sure no one is looking before climbing the trellis to the window on the third story that leads to the attic. I heave the window open and climb in, rushing to right myself and extend a hand to help Edward in. He takes it and kisses the top of my hand once safely inside. I feel my cheeks burning under his intense gaze. "I think I will miss that more than anything," he murmurs, stroking my flaming skin with the back of his free hand.

He steps away just then, swiftly closing the window and slinking off towards the room that had been a secret place for our little gang to hang out since we had found it last winter while exploring the massive house. He pushes open the little door then ducks down to enter first. I smack my head off of the wood as I duck down, inciting a hearty chuckle from Edward as he breaks my fall for the millionth time. "You need to be more careful love or there won't be enough of you left for me to come back to," Edward says, his voice sounding sad and tired in those few seconds, like a person who has the weight of the world resting on their shoulders.

The atmosphere changes with his words, it suddenly feels like there is an electric charge to it. I brush away some dust that found its way onto his forehead and tuck a few errant strands of hair behind his ear. His breathing hitches when my fingers touch his face and his eyes fall closed. I raise my other hand to his face and close my eyes as well while I memorize his features by touch alone.

"Can I touch you Isabella?" he asks, his voice trembling. I nod once and immediately feel his soft fingers on me, exploring every inch of my face and neck.

I let my hands roam from his face, down his neck, to his chest. Suddenly he pulls back and I open my eyes to catch him pulling off his shirt. The blood floods back to my face and as he reaches to touch me again, I put a finger up, then take off my own. His face is as red as mine when I close my eyes once more and lay my hands on his bare chest.

While our hands roam, a part of my mind notices that both Edward's and my breathing has gotten ragged. My whole body is screaming at me, wanting his hands everywhere at once. When his left hand brushes my breast, a shiver courses through me, but I am far from cold. He starts to pull his hand away. "Don't Edward, please, touch me," I whisper then gasp as both of his hands cup my breasts and I can feel his hot breath on my skin.

I arch my back towards him, hoping he understands what I need. A second later, his lips capture my right nipple and I whimper as he begins to suck on it. He is so enthusiastic that he pushes me over on to my back, never letting go of me as we fall. He readjusts himself as he switches to my other nipple to hold his weight off of me with one arm and caressing me from chest to thigh and back with the other. I can feel his hardness against my center and my hips move against him in an attempt to create more friction. His hand darts to my leg and pulls it up around his waist and he pushes himself against me, causing us both to moan at the contact. My hands tangle in his hair as we move against one another, fervently trying to press more of my skin to his.

Suddenly he pulls back to hover over me, his emerald eyes dark and hooded. "I want you to know how much you mean to me so that in the days or weeks or years it takes to find each other again, you will always know that I love you and only you. I want to make love to you Isabella," he murmurs, the tone of his voice making my already wet panties soaked, "Will you make love to me?"

I lean up and kiss him as hard as I can, doing my damnedest to put all of my love and devotion into it. When we have to pull away for air I feel a tear run down my face. "I love you Edward. Make love to me. You are the only one who is ever going to touch me like that, no matter how long it takes to find each other. We are kismet, remember?"

"My destiny," he murmurs in agreement as he kisses my tears away and then clumsily undresses me, then himself, before laying beside me and pulling my lips back to his. When his trembling hand reaches the apex between my thighs, I timidly brush his member, making him gasp. Slowly we stumble through our exploration of one another until we are brave enough to fully touch each other. As I grasp his arousal, his long fingers find my entrance. I involuntarily buck my hips, forcing his fingers into me. I moan out loud at the new sensations coursing through me and begin working my hand up and down his shaft. "You are so wet, does that mean you like what I'm doing?" Edward asks as his fingers move in and out of me. I bite my bottom lip and nod my head, my blush hot enough to cook an egg. "I like what you're doing as well," he replies as his forehead comes to rest against mine.

Soon, my body is crying out for more than his fingers. "Edward, I need to feel you," I beg him, my fingernails leaving red lines as I claw at his chest with my free hand. He responds by kissing me harder than he ever has before. I feel his tongue dart along my bottom lip and I answer by letting him in, our tongues immediately touching, curling, and twisting around each other. He rolls us over so that he is on top of me again and I feel the tip of him enter me. I rock my hips to push him deeper, but he pulls back.

"Fuck!" he spits and suddenly he moves from me as my eyes fly open in confusion.

"What? Did I do something wrong?" I ask, panic tainting my tone as I fold my arms around my torso to cover myself. My eyesight blurs as new tears begin to fall. He grabs one of Jasper's bags and dumps its contents on the floor before looking at me. His face changes from a look of determination to one of pain as he moves towards me.

"You didn't do anything wrong love," he says in a soothing tone as he moves my arms to my sides, "Please don't cover yourself up. I want to remember every single part of you. I just needed to find a condom." He kisses me again, then holds up a little square packet which he tears open with his teeth.

It takes a minute for us to get the sleeve on correctly, but the hiccup only adds to the anticipation building in us. This time there is no hesitation and he enters me in one fluid motion. I wasn't worried about my hymen. I went horseback riding often in the summer and its common for it to be broken then. That aside, the amazing feeling of him being completely inside of me can only be described as Wow. Edward stays perfectly still until I move my hips, urging him to continue. He moves himself to again keep his weight off of me, then begins sliding in and out of my heated core. "You feel so fucking good Bella," he moans as he moves, "You're so damn tight, wrapped around my cock. Oh my god, your so fucking perfect."

The discomfort soon fades and I find myself eagerly moving to meet his thrusts. I don't try to stop the mewling sounds spouting continuously out of my mouth, begging him to increase his pace as I lift one leg and throw it over his waist. With the shift in position, he is touching many new areas and I feel my stomach beginning to tighten. "Faster Edward," I cry out and he complies, thrusting into me harder and faster until I feel something in me snap and my whole body shakes as I gasp his name.

He doesn't slow as my first orgasm takes me, grunting and growling with effort. His hair is soaked with the perspiration that is making both of our bodies slick. "Bella, I'm going to-" his words cut off by the moan that rumbles out of him as he buries himself in me, finding his own release. The feeling alone is enough to send me over the edge again.

We spend a while afterwards just kissing and laying there, our bodies tangled together. With our arms wrapped tightly around one another, we somehow doze off until the ringing of my cell phone wakes us up. I scramble for my jeans and dig my phone out. It's Jake. I flip open the phone, "What's wrong Jake?"

I can hear Edward dressing hastily as my uncle sighs, "Have you seen Edward Bella? He didn't show up to his parents like he was supposed to and that bastard Masen called the cops. They're out looking for him now."

I look to Edward, who heard every word. He shakes his head and mouths 'You don't know where I am' before kneeling down to help me into my jeans. I swallow my panic, "No Jake, the last time I saw him was when we were walking the trail home from the meadow. We separated at the fork. He said he'd be over to say good-bye but he never showed. I'll head up there now to see if I can find him. I hope I don't find him though, Forks is his home and Carlisle and Esme are his parents,like they have been for fifteen years, not this douchbag that popped up out of nowhere, trying to get his claws into Edward's trust fund."

Jake knows that I am lying to him, but doesn't call me on it, he hates that Edward is leaving almost as much as I do. "Okay honey, but take your hoodie, phone, and a flashlight. Leave Seth at home though, he's too young to be of any help. Love you."

I take a deep breath to steady my voice, "I love you too." I snap the phone closed and am immediately distracted by Edward's lips on mine again, his fevered kiss clouding my brain.

When he pulls away, I can feel the wetness of our combined tears on my face. "Keep your eyes closed Bella," He instructs, "I'm sorry and I love you, but count to one hundred and twenty before opening them love. By that time I will be gone and it will be like I never existed. Nothing but a dream," His lips touch mine once more. "Be happy Isabella, you must find a destiny without me now. I love you," he breathes against my lips, "Now start counting. Out loud."

"I love you too Edward, please don't leave me, there is no future for me if you're not in it," I beg, taking a step forward as his hands slip from mine. "Count Bella," he commands, his voice cracking. "One. Tw-two. Three," my knees buckled and I fall to the floor, barely catching myself before my head slams off of the floor, "F-f-four. Five. S-six. Seven. Eight. N-n-nine. Te-t-ten. Oh god Edward, I can't do this. Please don't leave me alone," I fall forward until my cheek is pressed against the wooden floor. I can hear the rain falling on the roof.

If this were a different time. the sound would be comforting to me.

Any other time though and I wouldn't have just lost my future, my only reason to live.

I fold my arms around my stomach and curl into a ball as my grief overwhelms me.

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