This is an idea I've been kicking around, and decided I might as well out my money where my mind is, and type it out for y'all to see.
Ms. Stephenie Meyer owns Twilight. I own a filthy mind. No apologies for that.
This is all in EPOV as they're his thoughts and fantasies... Please, no flames and if you don't like smut then please don't read. No real plot, just lemons.
Takes place in early Eclipse, before graduation...
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I hate sunny days. Sunny days mean one thing. Bella is at school and there's no way that I can be.
This is so wrong. So very, very wrong. I'm old enough to be her grandfather and yet here I am, indulging in lurid thoughts about my love, my one, true, beautiful, pure Bella.
But knowing that I am given to rediscovering some of the human feelings that have long be dormant for me, it's no surprise that I find myself lusting for her in ways no gentleman would ever dream of admitting.
Of course, I don't dream and I won't be admitting it to anyone soon. I have trouble admitting it to myself, and if I do find myself thinking of such carnal acts, at least at the basis is a strong and binding love to the most wonderful creature on the planet.
I can't help feeling guilt for thinking of her like this though. Standing here in the trees, outside of Forks High, listening to random minds (and some of them are very random) hoping to hear a glimpse of my Bella.
Of course, usually when I do hear anything it's from that vile Mike Newton and I have to physically restrain myself from tearing the impetuous little cretin limb from limb; There are several uprooted spruces that could attest to this.
Mostly I block them out, block out all of the noise and wait 'til I can see my Bella again, 'til I can next hold her in my arms, feel her warm, soft, supple skin against mine, feel her shiver from desire as our lips gently caress and...
No!
I pace back further into the trees and after minutes of soul searching (yes, I snort at that particular expression) I resign myself to the inevitable. I climb up into one of the taller trees and take a relaxed posture against the bark and allow my vile, deplorable fantasies take over my mind...