This is completely nothing I would usually type up, but I'm doing it anyways. There's a first for everything, right? I have been thinking about this story for quite awhile but I never found time to write it down. It's been on the back burner you could say. Luckily tonight I have finished my house work early and have the night off from work. That, and I'm taking a quick break from my other main story.

Anyways, the story line is simple. It's obviously out of character, and sadly no vampires or shape shifters are involved. However, it is taken place in and around Forks. Mostly Seattle. Bella knows of the Cullen's, but she hasn't gotten to know them except Alice, nor had she cared to. She is dance instructor/choreographer at Velocity Dance Center (yes, it's a real studio in Seattle, google it.) in the heart of Seattle, but still can't seem to make ends meet. How will she get the money, and still be able to do what she loves best? Over all, what will happen when she gets there? It's fate. And Fate's name is Edward Cullen.

There's smut in pretty much every chapter - you've been warned.

Disclaimer: If I owned these characters, do you seriously think I would be sitting here writing this?! Fat chance.

The sweat pooled at the back of my neck and my feet throbbed as if they had their own heart beat.

"That was great! We got a lot done today. Just remember to work on your fifth positions, and we'll pick up where we left off on Thursday!" Today was Tuesday.

They all smiled at me. Most were laughing together. They all waved a good bye as they walked off the stage and off to change. It left me there alone to drown in my sorrows.

My eyes flicked down to my feet as I sunk to the hard wood floor. Pulling off my ballet slippers, I rubbed the balls of my feet. I had gotten new shoes, and hadn't had time to break them in yet. That would be my task tomorrow, no doubt. I missed my old shoes. I don't understand why Jacob had to throw them out. I mean…I never threw out any of his old ratty sneakers, did I? Plus, those had cost me over 80 dollars! Money doesn't grown on trees you know! Well. Technically they do, but that's besides the point.

I heard claps from the back of the auditorium. My head snapped up. Whoever it was they were hidden in the shadows. I frowned peering at them. "Can I help you?"

They let out a chuckle before stepping forwards. The light shone down on his russet skin. His glossy black hair was cropped short, yet still hung over his eyes. I grinned when he walked forwards towards the stage. I bit my lip.

"I thought you were working until 9 tonight?"

Jacob shook his head before jumping up onto the stage. Getting down on all fours, he crawled towards me like I was his prey. The sight was unbelievable. I couldn't help but laugh out loud. He didn't stop until his arms were bombarding me, pushing me down onto the hardwood.

"Jake!"

He laughed, showering my neck in kisses. "Mhmmm?" My hands snaked their way up his chest before pushing him slightly away. At first he fought back but of course he gave in. A growl sounded in his throat. "Tell me why I shouldn't take you right here and right now." I could hear the lust in his voice.

I bit my lip. I wish I couldn't think of anything, but my morals kicked in. "Because Jake. The next class is going to be here in less then 10 minutes. AND because there's a treat waiting for you at home." His dark eyes bore into mine. My heart fluttered.

"Oh really?"

"Yep. So come on. I have to stop at Mikes on the way home." I ignored his groan before rolling him over beside me. He huffed. "I promise you'll love it." Leaning in I kissed his hard shoulder before trailing up across his collar bone, and finally hitting his jaw. I propped myself up on my elbow but didn't break the kisses. He waited more patient then normal when I made my way to his lips. His arms wrapped around my waist.

"Are you sure? I mean…it's always more entertaining with an audience."

I gasped. "Jake!" I jumped up, leaving him there laying on the floor. Stomping over to my bag, I switched my ballet shoes for my flip flops, and sighed once they were on my aching feet. I turned back to see Jake still on the floor. His legs were sprawled out only clad in a pair of old black sweat pants. His white shirt was sleeveless, just was way I liked it. Tight across his muscled stomach. I bit my lip before throwing my bag over my shoulder.

"Jacob…C'mon babe!"

He grumbled a few words before rolling over onto his stomach and pushing himself up. I eyed the muscles in his arms as they moved. I bit my lip as my stomach tightened. I loved his muscles .They were pure perfection. I heard him chuckle as my eyes flicked up unwillingly. "Like what you see love?"

I smirked but didn't answer. Instead I shuffled my bag higher up on my shoulder.

"Can I take your bike? It's faster then my car…" I loved his motorcycle. It made me feel so stronger. So…rough. I looked up at him with my most pleading eyes. He sighed but nodded. I grinned, jumping up into his arms. "Thanks love." I placed a firm kiss on his cheek.

He wrapped his arms around my waist, refusing to let me back to the ground. I squealed, but wrapped my legs around him, just above his hips. "You own me." I dipped my head to kiss his neck.

"Why do you think I'm going to Mikes silly?"

He laughed before making his way off the stage with me still wrapped around him. I didn't get back to the ground until we were outside in the parking lot. It was around 7:30. Mike's closed at 8. I would have to hurry.

Handing Jacob my bag, I kissed him passionately for a good two minutes. A moan made its was to my throat, but I didn't let it out. Instead, it rumbled in my throat causing Jake to pull me closer. I could feel his hard erection against my stomach. Biting his lower lip playfully, I pulled away.

"I'll see you when I get home Jake."

"Mmm…I'll be waiting."

I winked before turning to walk up to his bike. My fingertips ran themselves over the black paint. Moving up to the handle bars, I slung my leg over to the other side. Reaching behind me, I pulled out a matching black helmet. Usually I would be wearing my yellow leather jacket, but I didn't bring it with me. I wasn't expecting Jacob to show up.

I looked back at Jake who was leaning against my Audi the driver door ajar. He was grinning at me, and I could see the clear turn on by his lower half. Sweatpants could hide many things, but Jakes excitement wasn't one of them.

Kick starting my bike, I revved it. A few people in the parking lot turned to watch me as I peeled out of the spot, hitting 90 in the first few seconds. I wasn't usually a fan to going over the speed limit but when I was on the bike, I never felt like Isabella Swan. I felt like… a stranger. Like no one could stop me now.

I let the bike drop to a legal limit, going as quickly as I could to the heart of Seattle. Mike's was only two blocks away from mine and Jacobs apartment. I waited patiently at the lights; Mikes place was already in view. Mike…oh Mike. We grew up in Forks together. He was pretty much my best friend. He always wanted more, but I was never able to give him it. I knew there was always something he was hiding.

He openly admitted to being gay two years ago. We had been out of high school for almost a year and when we were shopping in Seattle, I couldn't help but notice that every guy I was turning my head at, so was he. That's when he admitted it to me, and the rest of world.

When Jacob and I settled in the apartment, Mike opened his own Salon and Spa a few weeks later.

"C'mon Belly-Bells. You need a new do so when you and Jake go to romp in the sack, you can have some sexy sex hair." He even had that feminine accent. It almost drew me closer to him. He was like that brother wanting to be my sister that I never had.

Pulling into the only open spot, I pulled tighter on my pony tail and held my helmet under my arm. Pulling open the door, the smell of vanilla engulfed me. Apparently a study was shown that all males are attracted to the scent of vanilla. Mike bought at least 20 new vanilla candles every week. I rolled my eyes and turned to the assistant at the desk. She sat in front of a flat screen computer, playing with her hair aimlessly. I knew her from Forks high school, but we weren't what you could call best friends. Or friends for that matter.

"Hey Lauren. Can you let Mike know I'm here?"

Before she could respond, I heard my name being hollered from the other side of the room. I turned with a smile, seeing Mike walking toward me with arms open. His Levi jeans were tight and form fitting. He was wearing a just as tight sweater. Ralph Lauren. I laughed as he peered at me through his D&G glasses. So materialistic.

Grasping me in a huge hug, I went to run a hand through his shaggy blond hair, but he pulled back instantly. "Na, na, na. No touching the work of art." I laughed. His smiled, but it quickly turned into a grimace when his blue eyes flicked to my hair.

"Ugh. What is this horrible birds nest on your head? Seriously Belly-Bells."

Grabbing my hand, he pulled me into the other room. The walls were lined with mirrors. In front were swivel chairs,. Most of them were occupied except for the center. Above was 'Mike' in large sparkling letters. I noticed a few other people in the room, but they were all dedicated to the work in front of them. Only one of them looked up to smile at me. She was short. I think her name was Alice.

She flashed me her perfect white teeth, waving. I smiled and waved back. We only spoke once before when Mike first hired her yet she would always smile at me so friendly.

"So, how many times have I told you how unsexy ponytails are?!" I rolled my eyes, ready for his lecture. I had heard it so many times before. "They're unflattering and it kills your hair Bella! You pull it back in an elastic every other day, and rip it out at the end of the day. You need more sex hair!" Everything was about sex hair to this man!

"So, what are we doing? Can I finally cut it short?" I shook my head.

"Mike, I just want something quick. Jacobs waiting for me at home. Just an small trim. Maybe a quick waxing."

Mike scowled but dismissed the conversation by the wave of his hand. "Whatever Belly-Bell. Let's make you happy." I smiled following him into the next room.

Fifteen minutes later my legs were smooth and my hair was wet. Mike insisted on adding layers. Since he promised not to take to much off, I allowed him to do this. Anything to make my Mikey happy. When he was finished drying my hair, it fell at different lengths, each turning into curls at the bottom. I never really knew how he could make my hair do this. It's a secret, he would never tell me. I would only roll my eyes.

A magician never tells his secrets. Neither to hair stylists.

"Lemmi' do your make up Bells!" Mike squealed. I huffed crossing my arms over my chest. "Fine!" He clapped turning his back to rummage through a hidden drawer. "It's going to be hard for Jakey to keep his hands off you when I'm done!" I rolled my eyes.

"He doesn't anyways Mike."

Mike turned back around. "How is my secret boyfriend anyways? Close your eyes." I obeyed.

"He's good. He's been working a lot, but there's not much to do about that. But he came home early tonight. Which is good for me. I'm off work tomorrow." I knew Mike was nodding and I could hear a few more plastic containers opening and closing. "Mmm. He's gorg Bells." I laughed. "I know Mike."

"You two are perfect. Now stop smiling like a giddy teenager and let me finish." I tried to calm my face, but couldn't help but let a small smirk slip here and there.

Peeking open one eye, I looked down at my watch. Quarter after eight. Jacob would probably be starting to get worried. "Good timing!" I looked up at Mike who was grinned down at me. I knew what he meant by that. "Look look you are such gorgeous woman. Seriously, with a body like yours and a face like that, I can't I believe you're not a model." I laughed out loud, but Mike frowned at me.

"Really Isabella. I know people who could get you in."

I sighed. "Mike. I'm a dancer. I love to dance. It's my life. I'm just so lucky that Velocity had an opening for me." I had told this story so many times. It's hard to tell your father that you're living the rest of your life a dancer when you grew up without the slightest amount of balance. I was once smidge away from being handicap with my lack of walking skills.

Now, dancing was like breathing. I did it without even knowing half the time.

Mike sighed sadly, but still nodded. "Well…I'm still getting you to model for my store." That was the least I could do for him.

"Alright Mikey. I promise you that. But right now, I have to get home to Jake."

Mike laughed. "Belly-Bells, you haven't even seen what I did to you yet!" Oh, that's right. I smiled and looked up past him.

The girls face was smooth like porcelain, but not tan. It was more of a pale shade with a light pink on her high cheekbones. Lush glossy lips. Eyes wide but dark like the night. I gasped and the girl in the mirror followed expressions. Side bangs pushed themselves over her right eye, but her chestnut hair still fell in large curls pooling over her shoulders. Mike's work always seemed to leave me awestruck .

My mouth still hung open when I looked up at Mike. He grinned his cocky grin. He knew how good he was and flaunted it. "Mike! You're amazing!"

This earned a laugh. "Obvi."

I jumped up to hug him. He pushed me from the room, his hand not leaving the small of my back. "Now go home to that sex god you call Jacob." I snickered. Mike always had something for Jake. Too bad Jake was straight, and with me. Mike meant no harm. I rather like hearing how utterly gorgeous my boyfriend was. Ego boost much?

"So, how much do I own you?"

Mike fluffed his hand like before. "I'll never charge you Bells. Now go home to that man before I get to him first." I grinned and kissed Mike on the cheek. "I'll call you tomorrow!"

"You better missy!"

Within seconds I was on my bike, kicking it into a roar. Pulling my helmet on, I knew Mike would kill me, but I make sure not to ruin any of the curls. They were farther down my back anyways. Peeling out of the parking lot, I made my way down the street, going at least 85. I couldn't wait to see Jake. My heart pounded just at the thought of him.

A shiver ran down my spine when I pulled into the lot. Of course, there was my little navy blue Audi RS4, parked in my spot. Jacob always liked to pull his bike into the underground garage. 'Safer'. I snorted, but did what he liked. As soon was it was safe and secure, I darted for the elevator. Eagerly my finger pressed the button. Once. Twice. Three times.

Too slow.

I turned back around and headed for the stairs. It would be quicker anyways. Thank god we were only on the fourth floor. I leaped up the stairs two rows at a time. Every time my hand came in contact with the bar, I had more or less of a death grip, pulling myself up. Damn this kid and the pull he had on me.

My eyes flicked up to the number on the wall. I large '4' was painted in red, chipping in most of the corners. There was graffiti covering most of the middle. "Finally!"

Pushing open the door, I turned to my run, half running half walking to our room. The hallway smelt like a mix of cat food and popcorn. Not the nicest smelling things, but they were home. Plus, you got used to them after awhile.

I fumbled with my keys. "C'mon…arg!" I tried again. And again. And…ah, there we go.

The door swung open to a pitch black room. I went to flick on the light, but a voice stopped me. "Don't." It was Jake. I scrunched my nose, trying to let my eyes adjust to the dark. "Jake?"

"Mhmm. Shut the door Isabella."

I knew what he wanted right then. He would always call me Isabella when he was…well… horny. He would always tell me how much the name turned him on. I would just let it be. The boy had a fetish. Reluctantly, I stepped inside and shut the door softly behind me. Pressing my back up against it, I didn't move. I wouldn't until I could tell out some shapes.

A light was lit on the other side of the living room. It was a tea light from the looks of it. I bit my lip. Standing behind the candle, I could see the shadows of Jacobs face. Even in the dark he made my stomach tighten. "Jacob…Seriously. I don't like the dark."

That was partially true. I didn't like the dark, unless I was intertwined with Jacob, moaning loudly.

"C'mon Isabella. What's this treat you had for me?"

I gulped. "You only get it with the lights on."

"I don't think so." I cocked my head to the side. How else was he going to see? Then it hit me. He was holding a source of light. He was holding a candle. I swallowed, taking a few steps forwards. I put my hands out to make sure I wasn't going to bump into anything. I maybe a skilled dancers, but balance has nothing to do with the ability to see in the dark.

"That's right. Follow the light."

I couldn't help a laugh slap through my throat. It sounded like I was dying or something except usually the people are tell you go to away from the light, not towards it. I shivered unexpectedly. "Jacob come on. At least light another candle or something…" Maybe I could reason with him.

"There are no more."

"How? I had four sitting beside the fridge the other day."

"I know."

I frowned. Still putting one foot in front of the other, I made it so that I could simply reach out and touch Jacob's hot bare chest. When I did, he tensed. I froze. "Jacob…" Calmly, I was pulled forwards and an arm snaked around my waist. Holding the candle in one hand and me in the other, I stood up on my tippy-toes to crush my lips to his.

Heat took over my body. I wanted him. I wanted him now.

Reached up I wound my hand through is thick hair and grasped hard. His tongue danced across my lip, asking for entrance. Only a crazy man wouldn't say yes. His tongue dipped into my mouth earning a moan from me. He grinned but to my very much dislike, pulled back.

"Bella, you're beautiful."

I closed my eyes and hummed. "Thank Mike for that." Jacob chuckled and leaned into the base of my neck. Nipping, he marked me slightly before making his way to my pulse point. My knees were beginning to weaken. "I have something to show you." His voice was raspy.

"So do I."

"May I show you mine first?"

I nodded.

Pulling me with him, he turned towards the door of our bedroom. It was closed. We never closed it. What was mine was his and what was his is mine. I heard the cling of our door handle. I looked up to make Jacobs face out in the dark, only to see he was looking back down at me. "Isabella…I love you so much."

I smiled kissing him on the jaw. "I love you too Jacob."

Instantly, the door was pushed open. I gasped. Tea lights were everywhere, lighting up the room. Our bed was covered in what looked like to be flower pedals. My head snapped up to Jacob. He was simply looking down at me smiling. "Jacob you did all this for me!?" He nodded. My eyes trailed over his body. Nothing except a pair of silk boxers. That was it. That was my last straw.

Grabbing his hand, I lunged towards the bed but made sure to pull Jacob down first. I liked to be on top. My lips crashed passionately to his as our tongues fought for victory. My hands wandered his sculpted chest. They marvelled me. He was mine, all mine. I felt his hot hands pulled anxiously at the bottom of my shirt. I pushed back against him and stood. "I still haven't given you my treat Mr. Black," I watched him swallow hard. Reaching down, I peeled my shirt from my body. Under was a sheer red lace bra. A small favour I had picked up a week ago at Victoria Secret. He growled.

Taking another step back, I was careful to avoid the dresser full of candles. Fire and me never really mixed well. I could probably managed to set water on fire if I could.

Running my hand down my stomach, I couldn't help but notice the bulge in Jacobs boxers, straining to be free. Soon enough my dear friend. I hooked my thumbs in my shorts before letting them drop to the floor. Under was the matching sheer lace thong. Red, of course. Red was Jacobs favourite colour.

"Damn…" Jacob muttered. I grinned before sauntering back over to him. Once my knees hit the bed, I bent over to crawl over him on all fours just like he had done earlier. The room flickered. Straddling Jacobs hips, I ground my self into him. He groaned. "Oh Isabella."

I pushed harder down before leaning over him. I hardly noticed his hands clenching the bed sheets below us. My breath was so air, barely a whisper beside his ear. I placed light and innocent kisses there. "What do you want Jacob?"

"You. I want you to rock so hard and fast…" He trailed off. I bit my lip. Snaking down his body, I made sure to rub every part of myself along him before pulling at his boxers. "These will have to go." I finally set him free and grinned. He was so big. Filled me perfectly. Taking him in my mouth, he jolted. Swirling my tongue I round the tip I looked back up at him and made my way back up to his face. I was a tease sometimes. I just liked his facial expressions.

"Mmm. You taste so good."

His hands finally darted to my body. I attacked his mouth with kisses. "God damn Isabella." His hands started at the back of my thighs, running up over my ass, up my sides then finally at the back of my bra. Fiddling with it for a quick second, he seemed to learn well over time. I gasped as he took my right breast in his mouth.

I moaned softly, grinding back down on him. He bit down as a reaction. I squealed. "Jake!" He laughed once and his hands were on the move again, now back down. He hooked his fingers on the lace before pulling them slowly down. Too slowly. One of my hands pushed his. He grinned kissing the valley between my breasts.

Once my panties were clearly off, I pounded down on him hard. He groaned, tilting his head back. Yeah, I guess I was a little to anxious. I couldn't help it. He did this to me. I moaned, running my hands along his chest. Adjusting to the size, I pushed off him, only to thrust back onto him with more force. He cursed as I picked up the pace.

"Is-Is-Isabella" He mutter between thrusts. His hips arched up to meet mine.

His hands pressed hard into my hip bones, slamming me down with the same force I was using on him. My nails raked down his chest, sure to leave marks. I could feel myself tightening around him, but I was determined to come along with him. I didn't want to leave him unsatisfied tonight.

"Fuck me" I mumbled. This seemed to set him off. My walls clamped around his hard cock as we fell over the edge together, still rocking out the last of our waves. I collapsed on top of him, still inside. Covered in our own sticky sweat, my eyelids grew heavy.

I didn't want him to pull out of me. When he did, I almost felt empty. Like he belonged there. I looked up into Jacobs dark eyes. They were loving. Caring. He kissed my forehead.

"Happy three years my beautiful Isabella."

Oh shit!