A/N: This was the outtake I contributed to the TwiFans for Haiti compilation. It's the bar scene that has been mentioned several times throughout the story. I wrote this in both EPOV and BPOV because I could not decide which I liked best. I decided to go with BPOV it the end, but then I never found anywhere it worked. So both versions have been sitting around since last year sometime.

I had planned on combining them in some way, but I just haven't figured out how, and I don't like flipping between POV's in the same chapter very much so I am going to post them separately. Unfortunately, when my flash drive crashed in December it took the complete EPOV version with it. I only have a partial version on my hard drive, so as soon as I finish writing it, I will post it. Sorry.

Song used: Back Against The Wall by Cage The Elephant.


Back Against the Wall


The bar was an accident. I know, did I trip, fall, land on his dick…actually, that's not entirely farfetched when talking about me. It shouldn't have happened; we wereboth there with other people. I was on an awkward blind date with the son of one of my father's friends and Edward was there with a group of people from med school. Okay, not quite the same thing, but you should have seen the waitress eyefucking him and it's not like I wanted to be out on a date.

He was sitting at the bar, bullshitting with his friends and watching a game on one of the flat screens above it when we walked in. Disturbingly hyper-aware of him as ever, I noticed him right away. I flushed and had to remember to slow my breathing before I ended up hyperventilating. The last thing I wanted to do was to stay in that bar, but I had no choice. Unless I wanted to draw unnecessary attention to myself or answer a bunch of questions—neither of which I wanted—I couldn't leave. How would I even begin to explain to someone about Edward and myself?

'Yeah, see that guy sitting there at the bar, the crazy-fuckhot one with the hair? Well, we've been having secret trysts for years and I'm in love with him, but we aren't in a relationship. We can see other people, which he does—frequently—and no matter how jealous it makes me or how much it kills me, I never say a word to him about all of the floozies he hooks up with. He, on the other hand, doesn't like seeing me with another man. He gets all possessive and tries to scare off the poor bloke unlucky enough to be out with me. Let me just apologize in advance if he tries to break your jaw or anything.' Hardly. That conversation would go over about as well as a lead zeppelin.

So, I sucked it up and quietly suggested to Jacob that we sit somewhere in the back. Edward hadn't noticed me yet and it was best to keep it that way. I might not have been interested in him romantically, but Jacob seemed like a really nice guy and I would have hated myself if anything happened to him because of an irrationally jealous Edward. I casually hid behind Jake as we made our way to the most secluded spot in the bar which wasn't that secluded at all, but it was in the back corner and it put Edward's back towards us. I was hoping luck would be on my side. It wasn't.

We had been there for no more than 15 minutes when the game paused for a commercial break and Edward suddenly turned in his seat. He leaned back, resting one elbow against the bar casually with his beer in one hand and his ankles crossed. Keeping him in my peripheral vision, I looked down and did my best to hide behind the Guinness I was holding. I discreetly watched him chat with his friends while I prayed that the bar was crowded enough that I would remain unnoticed...but the luck that I didn't have held.

…tonight I'll have a look and try to find my face again…

I was speaking to Jake, but the bar erupted in cheering some team or other scored a point and he leaned towards me. I knew that I'd been spotted the moment Edward went rigid. I closed my eyes, bracing myself for his impending wrath, but when a minute passed and he still hadn't stormed over, I forced myself to look up at him. Outwardly, he appeared the picture of ease as he continued chatting with his friends, but I'd known Edward for a long time. The tense set of his shoulders, the dents in his temple from clenching his jaw, and the cloudiness of eyes as they bored into mine all told me that he was anything but at ease.

…buried beneath this house, my spirit screams and dies again…

He broke our eye contact as he stood up and set his beer down on the bar, and my focus on him was interrupted as I realized Jake had asked me a question and was awaiting my answer. "I'm sorry can you repeat that, Jake? I-I just…spaced off for a sec." I laughed, an empty sound but I hoped he wouldn't notice.

He looked at me quizzically, like he suspected there was more to it than that, but let it go and smiled. "I asked if you wanted another beer."

At that exact moment, Edward caught my eye again. He was stalking towards the narrow hallway that led to the bathrooms, an angry, 'don't argue with me' look on his face that, heaven help me, caused my insides to clench—not entirely from apprehension. Hesitating for a just a beat too long to make sure I understood, he disappeared. His anger was unjustifiable and his behavior unacceptable—he had no right, none—but I knew if I didn't go to him soon he would make a scene. Jacob hadn't noticed anything, and I wanted to keep it that way.

…out back a monster wears a cloak of Persian leather…

"Umm...yeah, actually. Only, can you make it a Jack and Coke instead and I'll be right back? I'm just going to run to the ladies room real quick," I said with a smile as I got to my feet. He smiled back at me, nodding in affirmation, and I turned and made my way to the man lying in wait in the dimly lit hallway at the front of the bar.

…behind the TV screen, I've fallen to my knees…

I nervously stepped into the narrow passage not at all surprised to see him—arms crossed over his chest, his suck-able lips pursed up into a scowl—pacing back and forth by the payphone. His wait had been less than two minutes but he was nearly vibrating with agitation, his patience just about shot. Sighing loudly, he uncrossed his arms and dragged one hand through his messy hair. The other wrapped tightly around my upper arm and then I was hauled behind him into the women's bathroom.

…I said you got me where you want me again and I can't turn away…

He slammed me into the door, closing it with my back, and his lips crashed angrily into mine. Kissing me roughly, he reached down beside me and locked the door. My head finally caught up to my body and I returned his kiss, allowing my ire to break free; I was going to give as good as he gave. Lips mashed against each other, tongues twisting together, the kiss was violent as both of us tried to control the kiss. I shoved my hands into his hair, pulling hard as I used my grip to take control. Neither of us was going to give up easily, but I was the one pinned to the door.

Without breaking the kiss he asked, "Nice date, Bella?"

…Blanket of silence…

I stared at him, incredulity mixing with lust and hate and love and anger and, finally, shame.

…makes me want to sink my teeth in deep…

I caught his bottom lip in my teeth and bit down. Hard. Drawing blood. Edward hissed and shoved a hand in my hair. I released him with my teeth, soothing his lip with a gentle caress of my tongue, strangely not bothered at all by the coppery, salty taste of his blood. I sucked hard on his lip and released him with an audible pop, saying, "Best in years, Eddie-boy."

…burn all the evidence…

I nearly regretted my words when I saw glint of steely anger in his eyes, but I wasn't about to lose to him now.

…a fabricated disbelief…

"I don't like seeing you out with that mutt, Bella."

My body, traitor that it was, started to tremble, causing Edward to look at me smugly. He thrust his knee between my legs, pressing it tightly against me. When he started to move it slowly back and forth, my eyes rolled into the back of my head and my knees grew weak. I bit my lip to keep my moan from escaping and looked up at him with hooded eyes.

...pull back the curtains, took a look into your eyes…

"See, your body knows it belongs to me. Now your mind just needs to realize it. You are mine, Isabella."

…my tongue has now become a platform for your lies…

I was about to deny it…but I'm weak. I wanted this. I wanted him. I wasn't going to let my anger or my pride stop me from taking the pleasure that I wanted and knew I would get from him. Reaching between us, I grasped him through his jeans and squeezed, eliciting a low groan from him. His guard dropped for a moment and I used it to flip us so that his back was now pressed into the door.

…now you know…

Squeezing and rubbing, teasing him over his clothes, I stood up on my tip toes and took his earlobe between my teeth, whispering, "Who owns who now, Eddie?"

I was taunting him, playing with fire, and I knew it…I just couldn't seem to stop myself. I released his lobe, but continued speaking, driving my point home through clenched teeth. "I. Am. Not. Yours. I can do whatever, and whomever, whenever I want to. So this jealousy bullshit stops now…or this thing—with us—is over."

…yeah, you got my back against the wall; oh, God, I ain't got no other place to hide …

I should have unlocked the door and left him standing there—alone, in the women's bathroom, hard and panting and wanting me—but I didn't. It would have more effectively demonstrated my words, but I was just as helpless to the electricity that coursed between us as he was.

…chained down like a sittin' duck just waitin' for the fall…

I clenched two fistfuls of his shirt and slammed him roughly against the door. "And right now, I want you." A girl's gotta have some dignity.

…you know…

And then I was unbuckling his belt, releasing the button on his jeans and tugging down the zipper. I slid his jeans and boxers down just enough to free the part of him that I desperately needed and Edward could remain passive no longer. He gained the upper hand, spinning me so that my back was against the wall to my left trapping me in the corner between the sink and the door.

…yeah, you got my back against the wall…

He shoved my knee length denim skirt up past my hips with a growl and then, gripping both sides of my lace panties, yanked them down my legs as he dropped to his knees in front of me. Standing up, he looked me in the eyes as he shoved them into the chest pocket of his button up just daring me to defy him. I didn't.

Never breaking eye contact, he slid his hands from my waist, over my hips, and do-o-o-w-n my thighs. Before reaching my knees, he slowed to wrap his long fingers around me and—with his chest against mine pressing me into the wall—he lifted me up. I reached between us, taking his shaft in my hand and guided him inside of me as he hooked my knees over his hips and, with one thrust, penetrated me fully.

Withdrawing nearly all the way, he thrust again and I gasped. I ground my pelvis into his as I locked my ankles behind him, bringing him impossibly further into my depths and I felt him reach bottom. Neither of us moved for a beat…and then all hell broke loose. We couldn't be gentle or slow, now was not the time for that.

We gave into the lust that wanted to consume us and there was nothing but rough strokes…in and out…in and out…bringing us inexorably closer to our release. His hands were so tight on my hips that I was certain there would be bruises later, proof that this happened, but I didn't care; let him mark me. It was only fair, I marked him.

We were soooo close. His knees buckled. He slammed one hand on the counter beside us to steady himself and—after kicking a small garbage can that was between us and the sink, across the room—he pulled me away from the wall and sat me on the edge of the counter. Bracing a hand against the stall divider on the opposite side of the sink, he leaned over me forcing me in turn to lean back on my hands. The change in angle took my breath away. I sucked in a lungful of air, raggedly gasping.

And then, almost there, we were moaning, panting, crying out as we neared the end.

…a hand holds up the sky while shamefully I make my plea…

"Oh, God. S'good. Ahhh! Edward, please."

"Sssssss…'please' what, Isabell-ungh!-la? Say it."

I wouldn't, I refused to say it.

…the altar's callin' but my legs won't seem to stand…

Too weak to hold out..."Make me…make me c-c-cum, please!"

His thrusts became harder, faster, deeper and then waves of pleasure crashed over us.

…guess I'm a coward, scared to face the man, I am…

Eyes closed, head thrown back, I hoarsely cried out. "Yesssssssss, Ed-ward!"

…I said you got me where you want me again, and I can't turn away…

"I love y…I love yo…" My breath hitched and it had nothing to do with fireworks going off inside of me. I waited. His arms wrapped around my waist, his head buried in my shoulder—breath hot and moist on my skin—and he came inside of me. "I love…oh God, you feel so good, so fucking good, Bella. I love fucking you."

…I'm hanging by thread and I'm feelin' like a fool…

Pain of the acutest kind clutched my heart. I was crushed and crashing. His twisted declaration sent me plummeting from the peaks that I had just barely attained, leaving me cold. I felt empty inside.

…I'm stuck here in-between the shadows of my yesterday…

Still riding out his orgasm…lucky bastard…he gave one final thrust and shuddered. He stood up as the waves slowly ebbed, pulling me with him, but his legs were still unsteady—unable to support us—and his knees buckled. He staggered backwards, crashing his back into the door and then—still mostly wrapped around each other—we slid down it to puddle on the floor.

…I want to get away; I need to get away…

Sitting in his lap on a dirty bathroom floor in a bar with him softening inside me, I felt sick and used. I have to get away from him, can't have him touching me another second. His muscles were still locked down, paralyzed and powerless to stop or help my efforts. I forced his arms to release me and lift myself up on shaky legs, pushing my skirt down as I rise. I rushed inside the handicap stall to clean myself up and, as soon as door swung closed behind me, I heard Edward slide up the door.

The ripping sound of a zipper, the metallic click of the lock and the sound of the door opening and then closing again, and he was gone. Not a word. Not even a, 'Thanks for the fuck.'

…you got my back against the wall…

Tears prickled behind my clenched eyelids. Stupid, stupid girl. What did I expect though—a wedding proposal? I was nothing more than an easy lay…a quick fuck in dirty bar bathroom…a cheap whore. I didn't enjoy it.

I was confused and angry and, God, did I hurt inside. Never—not once—in all our history together had Edward ever made me feel the way he just had, so why then? What had changed?

I stepped out of the stall. Splashed some water on my face and, patting my skin dry with a paper towel, I resolved to myself that our arrangement was over.

Finished.

Done.

I was through with him.

…oh, God, I ain't got no other place to hide…

Propping myself up with up with those words, I returned to Jacob and mumbled something about a long line—which was complete bullshit because I was the only female in the place, but he never said a word. I didn't know if he was really didn't suspect a thing or if he's just being polite, but I couldn't bring myself to care.

"No worries, Bells. You weren't gone that long." Bells? Hmmm? Bells. I liked it.

Maybe I could be his Bells. From the way he was looking at me, I was fairly certain that he wanted me to be his Bells…but I couldn't. I knew that. I was already Edward's Bella, sometimes his Isabella, and I would always belong to him.

…chained down like a sittin' duck just waitin' for the fall, you know…

I slammed back half my drink and then tilted it towards him before setting it down. "Thanks."

I caught a glimpse of Edward out of the corner of my eye. He was standing against the bar exactly as he had been before our little tête-à-tête. The only difference was that he no longer bothered to hide his mood—pissy and brooding—as he pretended to watch the TV above my head.

I finished my drink as I saw the waitress approach and asked her for a double Jack, neat. I tossed it down before she could walk away and asked for another. She raised an eyebrow at me, but didn't say a word as she headed to the bar…and seriously, what the fuck? Could everyone other than me raise one eyebrow?

Jake looked at me and chuckled self-deprecatingly. "That bad of a date, huh?"

Yes, it was that bad, but I smiled, trying to put him at ease because the shittiness of the date had nothing to do with him. I could feel Edward's glare boring into my back, but I ignored him. He had no right in the first place, and after what had just happened, he had even less of a right.

"No. That bad of a week." I paused, feeling like I should say something more and finally add, "Thanks for going out with me. The movie was good."

…you got my back against the wall…

My drink came and I sipped it this time. I wasn't sloppy yet, but I knew that there was a chance that I would be soon. I finished my second Jack and then said—a bit too loudly, but not on purpose…I don't think—the words every guy wants to hear as a date winds down, "Do you wanna get out of here?"

And if Edward's jaw clenched any more, it would have snapped in two.

"Uh…yeah, sure. You sure?" I nodded. "Let me just take care of the tab."

Another smile. "I'll meet you outside then."

Edward started to stand up, but I glare at him—stay boy—and he leaned back. I snagged a smoke from some dude sitting by the door, because I wanted one even though I don't smoke, and thanked him as I snagged a book of matches from his table. I had the cigarette lit before I was even outside and I stood there smoking while I waited. I exhaled the smoke from my last drag as the door opened and Jake stepped out. I dropped the butt to the ground, stomping it out as I stepped towards him and hooked my arm with his.

…yeah, you got my back against the wall…

I caught Edwards's eye once more before the door finally swung shut, shot him a withering look and turned on my heel, allowing Jacob to lead me out into the night and away from Edward.

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