Don't own Twilight. AT ALL.
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Bella sat on her little office, next to his boss' bigger one. In her twenty two years she had never seen such a handsome before the day she met Edward Cullen. All man, lean and standing tall at 6'4", copper hair contrasting with a set of piercing green eyes and sharp bones making his face look divine. Edward Cullen was sex on legs, or so she thought. He was a little older than her… like thirteen years older, but he was still someone she found herself dreaming of. And the things she dreamt about were something that scared her.
Bella's relationship with her body was slightly peculiar. It was something she had to fight. What she desired was wrong, something people would talk about, something people wouldn't understand. So instead of following what her body, mind and heart and private parts asked for her to do, she did what any other twenty two year old young woman would do. And that's what had brought her to thinking of all these things right now. Here, sitting having a not so tasty looking salad in her launch time she couldn't help but think how different things would be if she was brave enough to do what she wanted.
She saw Edward come out of his office, heading to have lunch. He always left at this time. He made a disgusted face, furrowing his brows and scrunching his nose while looking at her and later on at her lunch. Bella felt her stomach sunk. She wasn't hungry anymore. Edward would always look at her food and make that gesture, it was proof he didn't desire as much as she desire him. It was enough reason to keep her weight in check.
Once Edward was outside the office she went to the washroom and splashed some water over her face to keep the tears at bay. Thank goodness for the waterproof mascara she was using or otherwise her situation would be even more pathetic. Once she was in control of her emotions she picked her salad and shoved it in her big bag. She was a little pissed at the world, why couldn't she be free to have the figure she craved? She didn't like having to diet, specially not since she was still much curvier than most women at her 5'3" stance, she didn't like the looks when she had to eat a frigging salad, or how men always drool over stick figure women.
Bella didn't smile at Edward when he came back from his launch, she was getting tired of submitting to the world's wishes.
What she didn't know that so was he.
The fic will deal with a fetish most people won't be comfortable reading about. Gaing weight, getting curvier. That's Bella. Slightly different, eh?
I'm effin freezin' here, might as well write some sexy times ;)