WINDOW OF OPPORTUNITY

Disclaimer:

Twilight is owned by Stephenie Meyer.

Author's Note:
So it's been a very long time since I've attempted to write a fic, and sadly the only time's I've ever completed a fic was when it was a one shot. I've deleted my old one's so it's like a clean slate. I don't plan on this story being very long...10 chapters-ish. And I've actually written a physical outline (however brief it is) so chances seem high that this will be completed. I know what will happen, but I'm not too used to writing stuff down instead of telling my idea's to people. So *fingers crossed* hopefully this isn't terrible and hopefully this will be completed.

Unbeta'd so all mistakes are my own.

Summary:

Bella broke up with superstar Edward Cullen four years ago so that he could be the next big thing, so how did she wake up with his arm draped across her and in his bed...naked?

CHAPTER 1 - LOOK AND YOU MAY SEEK

Bella groaned softly as she slowly woke up, enjoying the pleasurable ache between her thighs and the warm heavy arm draped across her. She moved to stretch until a stray thought crossed her mind and she froze. Wait just a minute. She didn't have a heavy arm to be trapped under or anyone to cause the pleasurable ache. Glancing around the room slowly, her eyes widened – she knew this room. A soft squeak escaped her lips and memories of last night came rushing back, or at least some of them. Things tended to be a bit hazy after the mass amounts of alcohol she had consumed.

Oh shit...

It had started like any other day.

With a yawn, Bella crawled out of bed and stretched as she headed for the bathroom, when a loud crash caused her to whip around and fall over in surprise. "Oww," she groaned before pushing herself up and turned to look out her window. Her heart gave a lurch and she froze in shock. Staring back at her, green eye's darkened with lust was Edward Cullen – Mr. Superstar himself. Oh and her ex-boyfriend and you know love of her life and all that jazz.

She watched transfixed as his dark emerald eyes raked over her, blatantly ogling her scantily clad...oh shit! Her cheeks darkened immediately as she glanced down at her tiny tank top and boy shorts. Clenching her fists she glanced up, and narrowed her eyes in irritation – the bastard was laughing at her! Her irritation grew as he slowly licked his lips and winked at her. WINKED! Huffing in annoyance, she stretched slowly and, making sure to tilt her head and show off her neck, arched her back sensuously. Slowly her hand drifted to her stomach and lightly rubbed her abdomen, lifting her top slightly. Bella glanced at him and smirked as she saw his eyes were fixated on her hand. His darkened gaze shot up to her face when he noticed that her hand had stopped moving. Once they locked eyes, Bella jutted out her hip, posed, winked and walked off with a flick of her hair.

Bella knew Edward. She knew how competitive and determined he was – there was no way he could have made it this big without being. Yet despite knowing all this, she had gone ahead and foolishly teased him. Big mistake.

Edward Cullen, just uttering his name caused females everywhere to sigh and swoon in delight. With his velvety voice, devastating looks and oh the whole being a musician bit easily made him the thing fantasies were made of. He'd shot to fame four years ago as the lead singer of Breaking Dawn along with his band mates Jasper Whitlock and Emmett McCarty. And four years ago, during this initial rise, Bella had broken up with him and disappeared from his life.

After her little morning show, Edward had gone out of his way to tempt her. His window, the one directly across from hers with the perfect view of his bedroom, never had the blinds drawn. He made sure to constantly walk around topless or in a towel. She'd even stumbled across him au natural on occasion.

Though, Bella had to admit to teasing him a bit to – completely out of retaliation of course. She undressed partially with her window open, never completely flashing him – just some panties here and a flash of a bra there – nothing serious.

When his little peep shows proved to not be enough for Edward, he took to reminding her in even more brutal clarity exactly what she gave up. Within a week of moving in across from her, the constant parade of women began. Edward always made sure that his window was open wide and the view unhindered as he ploughed into the girls. Night after night he made the lucky lady of the night scream out in pure unabashed pleasure. And it was only for the night, he never repeated girls and they never stayed the night. It didn't matter what time of night, or early morning as it generally were, that they finished but he would send them off in a taxi.

Oh and night after night, Bella lay in bed – blinds tightly drawn shut, frustratingly aroused.

Ten days later, Bella finally surrendered. She couldn't take it anymore and needed some relief. Even when she could get off, it wasn't enough and she still fell asleep unsatisfied and frustrated. So tonight, she was getting laid.

She squeezed into pair of black skinny jeans that showed her ass off to perfection and a silky corset inspired midnight blue tank top. With her hair down in dark glossy curls, eyes lined and smoky, she was ready. Bella slipped into a pair of fuck-me black peep toe pumps, slid her keys and wallet into her pocket and left.

She chose a rather trendy but discreet bar. It was relatively packed but dark and wonderfully anonymous. Parking herself on a bar stool she casually sipped her long island iced tea and scanned the place. She eyed the pool table – it was always fun to have someone "teach" you to play.

"Care to play?"

Glancing up, her face carefully neutral, she prepared to assess a possible partner and promptly chocked on her drink.

He spoke to her casually, as if they were two strangers meeting at a bar. He had a beanie on his head, disguising the iconic mess of bronze hair, and a pair of thick rimmed black glasses – probably his reading glasses she noticed. It was amazing how easily he managed to blend in at the dark bar - with the dark, unassuming, non-designer clothing he had donned.

Before she could respond, he had already guided her over to a discreet pool table tucked into a dark corner. As they played, Edward continuously "helped her' – ironic when he was the one to teach her to play – as well as continuously refilled her drink.

Things got a bit hazy at this point. Somewhere between feeling his hard on press into her ass and being pressed into a dark corner as his lips furiously attacked hers, they managed to grab a cab and end up back at his place.

Glancing at his clock, Bella's eyes widened in surprise, it was 6:15 in the morning and that meant she had spent the night! None of the other girls had ever spent the night, they were always sent home no matter the time – when they were done, he was done. Was it because she was an ex-girlfriend? Or had she been that pathetically drunk? But, Edward knew where she lived! He could have easily delivered her home. Biting her lip softly, noting how swollen they were, she began attempting to manoeuvre out of his arms. Before Bella had even managed to shift out from under his arms, she found herself flat on her back – legs spread as Edward slammed himself into her. He slid in easily enough, she was still wet from last night – or was it this morning? She doubted that was relevant at the moment.

"Oh!" she gasped in shock.

"And where did you think you were going, especially after rubbing that cute ass of yours against me? You don't leave a guy after getting him all worked up baby." He murmured in a gravely, sleep laden voice as he nuzzled her neck.

She groaned softly as he began to lazily thrust into her wet sex.

"Ed-Edward," she gasped, "uhh...we...you...should stop! I...this...ahh...it's not right...we..." she stuttered out as he continued to tease her. "I...I don't want this" though that wasn't nearly as convincing as it would have been had she not punctuated that statement with her moans.

"Really now?" he said in an amused tone. His eye's shone with suppressed laughter as his hand drifted to the apex of her thighs. He began to rub slow circles against her clit and started thrusting harder.

She could feel her stomach coiling as her orgasm built. She cried out in shock when Edward abruptly stopped moving. "Oh wait, you didn't want this right?" he teased as he nudged her lightly.

Whimpering in frustration, she tried to arch up against him but he kept her carefully pinned down.

"Come on baby, you seem ... frustrated" he punctuated the statement with a small thrust "tell me what you want".

He was going to make her beg! And damnit to hell she was desperate enough to do just that!

Groaning softly, "Edward...please"

"Please what" he teased as he continued to thrust lightly, taunting her. "Tell me what you want Bella, what you want me to do"

"Lord..." she gasped "Fuck Edward...Fuck me...please"

Smirking at her, "That's all you needed to say baby" and he proceeded to slam into her again.

"Harder" she groaned and wrapped her legs around him. She tugged on his locks as his lips devoured hers.

Moaning, she felt her stomach tightening "I'm going to cum!" she gasped.

"That's it baby, cum for me. Do you like my cock pounding into you? Huh, Bella, do you? Can anyone else make you cum like I can? Can anyone else make you lose control like I can!" he growled as he thrust harder still.

"Edward!" Bella screamed as she shattered around him, squeezing him for all he was worth.

Edward gave a groan and gasped her name as he followed her into climax a few thrust later.

"Sleep baby" he murmured, spooning her again "we'll talk later".

Bella waited a few minutes for her heart to calm down before she attempted to move again.

"Damnit Bella! Stay" Edward grumbled, tightening his arms around her.

Sighing she flopped back against the pillow. Looking at the gorgeous half-asleep man beside her, Bella reached over and poked him on the shoulder.

Cracking a green eye open, he peered at her sleepily. "What?"

"Edward, either you go or you let me go, I need Advil"

He looked at her blankly.

"Well if you hadn't gotten me so completely plastered, I wouldn't have Satan's little minions delivering the hangover from hell" she grumbled.

Edward looked at her in amusement. "They're jumping on my brain!" she pouted.

Sighing, he moved and got out of bed. Glaring at her he stated "You, don't move" and walked off in all his naked glory.

Bella stayed still for a moment before rolling out of bed. Glancing around she grabbed Edward's shirt and slipped it on – she wasn't nearly comfortable enough to walk around naked – and headed to the washroom to clean up a bit.

She found Edward in the kitchen hands tugging at his hair and looking deep in thought. She padded over

quietly and stood next to him.

"Hey" she murmured softly, before taking the Advil out of his hands.

"I thought I told you to stay in bed" he grumbled, glaring at her.

Bella quirked an eye in amusement, shrugged, and swallowed the two pills with a gulp of water.

"We're gunna need to talk Edward..."

"Tomorrow..." he muttered.

And before Bella could utter another word Edward picked her up and placed her on the counter. Grabbing her face gently, he leaned in and kissed her deeply. Moaning softly, Bella wound her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist.

Picking her up Edward headed back to his room and, after tugging his shirt off of her, wrapped his arms around her tightly and joined her on the bed.

Author's Note:

So what do you guys think? Worth continuing? Are you curious as to why Bella left and what's going to happen now?

Reviews are always appreciated =D