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"Oh my gooooooood." I groaned, unable to contain the noise as smooth, marble lips slid across my throat.
"Fuck. Don't stop. Fuck." The bed shook. I was sure that they would be able to hear my moaning in Korea. To redeem myself, I squeezed the pair of hips currently grinding themselves against my groin.
"Ahhh!" My gestures were answered by a high pitched little gasp, the sound made music to my ears.
"Mmhmm. I know you like that, baby. Make that little noise for me again?" I purred, pressed my mouth against her ear, tracing it softly with the tip of my tongue.
"I-Ah!" And she made that little breathy sound again, her hands wandered downwards. I growled, not even bothering to muffle my sound this time.
Her eyes widened in horror. She lept off of my lap, regrettably, and grabbed a pillow, shoving it over my face. "Shut up. Shut. Up." She hissed, practically spitting the words at me. "Do you want us to get caught? You're begging for it."
I shoved the pillow off of my mouth, and narrowed my eyes at the pixie figure standing before me. "Well, Cullen." I laced her surname with venom. "You're the one with the family that can hear us all the way in fucking Oregon."
She understood perfectly the tone of voice in which I'd drowned the word family. Eyes glowering, she lunged forward and crushed our mouths together. Her hands were proportionate to the rest of her body; tiny. They managed to yank my hair nonetheless, and I did the same to hers.
I pulled her head back, allowing me full access to the flawless pale skin of her throat. My tongue darted out, and I licked a trail of glistening saliva across her neck, relishing the soft whimpers she let out.
"Ironic, isn't it, leech?" I muttered under my breath, but my mouth was close enough for her to hear. "The werewolf is biting the vampire." I smirked, quickly locating the spot where her pulse would have been. Without stopping to consider my actions, I covered the plushy skin with my mouth, and bit down.
"Ah, ah...J-J-Jake..." Her moans reduced to whimpers as I slowly lessened the pressure of my bite. Even after two months of this affair, the casual nickname that Bella had endowed upon me sounded odd coming from her lips. Even thinking about my former love made my heart clench, my eyes gleam. Her impregnation ruined any romantic thought of her I might have entertained, but the agony of losing, it stayed bitter.
She saw it, quickly, and distracted me immediately, gyrating her hips back and forth across my straining erection. All traces of that god-awful failure - or any coherent thought, actually - gone from my mind, I did what Edward was so afraid of doing to Bells. I lost control.
I scooped her up in my arms easily, for she was the size of a fucking 7th grader, and slammed her onto the bed, climbing over her petite frame. Her widened again, this time with rage. She shoved me off of her, and pulled on her shirt indignantly.
"Can't you even try to be quiet?" Her voice was perhaps twice as venomous as last time.
"Me? You are the one moaning loud enough for them to pick up on the noise with their freaky powers." I snapped back at her, not quiet ready to pull one my own clothes.
"If my...moaning didn't do it, that huge thud just did." She was still seething. It was difficult to make Alice really angry, yet I constantly managed to do it. "If I didn't know any better, I'd think you wanted to get caught."
Okay, me? Wanting to get caught? Little bitch. "That's rich. Two months ago, to this very day, actually, Alice Cullen shoves Jacob Black into a linen closet of her very own house and demands that he fuck her hard enough to be a successful rebound off of her non-existent heart, breaking over Jason."
"Jasper."
"Whatever. Meanwhile her brother and best friend are having a 'miracle baby'. And she's off getting frisky with her best friend's best friend and the moral enemy of her entire fucking species." I crossed my arms over my bare chest, a gesture I knew drove her crazy, and waited to hear how she would defend herself.
"Well...It's our anniversary, then?" Alice chirped, all traces of lust gone already. The happy Alice was back. The one that everyone loved, everyone smiled adoringly at. The friendly Cullen. The one who simply shook off her break-up with a perky smile, only to sob into her pillows and fuck her worries away every night. I should know.
"Oh, that reminds me! It's Emmett and Rose's anniversary coming up! I should throw them a party!" She sat back on the bed again, criss-cross-apple-sauce style, chattering on and on about color schemes and sailing and Rosalie thinking blue made her look fat. I felt a smile tugging at my lips against my will. She was so cute.
Lethal, of course. A freak of nature. But cute.
I lov- enjoyed her company more when she stopped feeling obligated to hate me.
Then, without warning - almost as if she could sense that I liked being with her - the midget burst into tears.
Crying girls always made me uncomfortable. But she knew that. Mother fucker.
I sighed deeply, and reached over. I awkwardly slid one hand around her shoulder, the other hand buried itself in her hair.
"D-don't...cry. It's weird." I murmured, leaning into her. She beat me to it, and threw her face into my chest, her arms clutching me desperately.
I rolled my eyes over her head, but slid both hands down to her waist, patting awkwardly.
Comforting a midget vampire. I was pathetic. But you know what's even more pathetic? It certainly wasn't the first time I had done it.