"Well isn't someone feisty tonight? Know what you want baby?" the tall man whispered into her ear as he nibbled on her ear lobe and roughly tugged at the tight blue dress she was wearing – he knew she loved that. After years of the same routine, he knew exactly what excited her, what made her scream his name the loudest, what made her moan and shiver with anticipation.

The thin, pale girl fumbled with the keys cursing her clumsiness and the fact that she had decided to wear heels. She had never been a heel kind of girl but tonight was a special occasion. Tonight, heels were authorized…after all it was their anniversary – she was wearing blue she had to wear the heels as well.

"Alice would be so proud…" she thought to herself as she finally found the key to her apartment and opened the door.

As soon as the door opened he threw her up against the wall and captured her mouth with his, his excitement growing as she opened her mouth allowing their tongues to find each other, furiously, desperately. He felt the all familiar tightening in his pants, he knew today was going to be special if the past three years were any indication.

"You look fucking amazing tonight. I love the dress and the heels. Definitely has my seal of approval." He whispered into her neck as his hands began roaming her inner thighs. He loved when she wore her lace garter – she might look like an innocent angel but the past three years had taught him that there was more to her than just an angelic, fragile face. He knew of her pain, he knew of her scars – the emotional and physical ones – and he welcomed them. Seeing and knowing the beautiful girl who he happened to be groping was a blessing and a curse – she had saved him and in turn he had saved her, from what, he didn't know he was just glad that he was there, despite it all he did love her.

She looked at him as she slowly spread her legs to give his hands better access to her. Her face showed lust, passion, love and heartbreak, so much heartbreak it left him a little breathless. He couldn't help care about the girl, he knew she felt the same way but they were both too far into this to let pesky little things like feelings stop them from seeking solace in each other's bodies. The damage was done – they had made this choice a long time ago, there was no going back. They found comfort in each other; they found pleasure in each other. The scraps of love that they gave each other mended their broken hearts and spirits even if it was for a second. They always did welcome the relief.

"Why are you still talking? This works a lot better when you just shut the fuck up and do what you're good at." she angrily yelled at him. For a moment she shocked herself, three years ago she would have never spoken to anyone like that just thinking about saying something like that would have made her blush. Then again three years ago she never believed she'd be pinned up against the wall of her small apartment begging the man that has been her salvation to fuck her into oblivion on their anniversary. The irony of the situation almost made her laugh, and she would have if it didn't make her so fucking angry and sad. She fought back a sob that made her throat burn, but he knew her too well and had to call her on her emotional slip-up, if only to get her all riled up.

"Thinking about him are we?" the tall man said to her with a cocky smirk. For a second he thought he saw her eyes well up with tears and he regretted the mocking tone he had used with her, but the second fled and there she was, face still as a stone and eyes dry as the desert ready for the battle to begin. Nothing like ripping each other's hearts out before sex – it was their version of foreplay – and fuck it if she was changing the rules now.

"Fuck you asshole! You forget you have a dirty little secret too. Were you thinking about her when you were smelling my hair at dinner?" he could hear the bitterness in her voice and he'd be dammed if his heart didn't break when she mentioned her.

"Shut the fuck up!" he yelled at her as he forcibly ripped her dress off of her body. He had had enough of this foreplay shit, they were never any good at it anyway. They were fuckers – literally and metaphorically. Looking at her standing in front of him in only her black lingerie he couldn't help but wish she were taller, curvier but damn it was she beautiful in her own way and for right now that was enough. He kissed her lips with a hunger and passion that made her shudder with lust and fear. He knew she wished he were leaner and taller but damn it he knew that he was enough for her too – at least for right now.

As their kiss intensified his hands roamed her back and desperately tried to find the clasp to her bra. He wanted – no – he needed her. He needed her touch, he needed to be inside her to kill the pain that her words had brought to his heart. After an eternity he finally found her bra clasp – just one clasp stood in the way of them and their salvation for the night. Finally as his hands were about to unclasp her beautiful, exotic bra he felt her tense up and heard a painful gasp come out of her. His hands froze, knowing automatically that something was wrong but his face remained on the crook of her neck until he heard her whisper the one name that she only whispers in her sleep when her defenses are down and the icy walls around her heart are melting.

"Edward…"