A/N: Stephenie Meyer wrote Twilight. Duh. I borrow her characters for my fantasies.

I really, really want to actually finish a story. Maybe drabble is the way for me to go for now...

A million thank yous to PurpleBrina17 and joderss for being my cheerleaders, telling me I don't suck, and pre-reading for me.


"Oh God, baby. You feel so good."

Fuck. I loved hearing him call me baby. Me. Baby.

It was just sex and I knew it. We were friends, sure, but I wasn't deluding myself into thinking that he had any feelings for me.

But when he said that, when he called ME baby... it was like I could pretend he cared.

He looked right into my eyes as he moved in and out of me. His eyes were fierce, primal, fiery. I loved it. He was so turned on. And it was me making him feel this way. Or, at least, it was my body he was using. Finally, I was the one.