A/N: Alright so one of my reviewers, Zayide, requested that I do at least one more one-shot for this pairing. I loved her idea of Bella wanting a repeat performance so much that I had to try it. So this one's for you, Zayide!

There is no need to read this whatsoever, it's just a little smutty exercise, but I'd love to hear about it if you did.

This is also an out-take from Chapter 10, but takes place in the story's current timeline, after Jake's memory loss. It picks up in Bella's kitchen, after Embry drove her home from O'Donohue's bar where she was at her work party. It can be read as an alternative ending to the Chapter 10, if the first out-take had in fact happened.

Suggested Listening: I had Situations by Escape The Fate stuck in my head writing this.

Out-Take Two: Situations

Embry POV

I knew she'd been thinking about it. I could smell it on her when we were in the closed confines of my car – the heat, the arousal. Her essence was surrounding me and I couldn't speak, but I had a job to do. I came here for a specific reason – Jacob deserved his answers, and she was the only one who could give them. It was painfully clear she loved him enough to do it. They'd burn for each other if they had to. But then, there was that night. We'd been so resigned to the fact that the only comfort we had was each other that we'd thrown our inhibitions away and just felt our way through it. I still knew what her skin tasted like, how her moans sounded when I filled her. I could practically feel the way she clenched round me, tight and slick because she'd only ever given her self to one other person. The churning in my stomach was hard to ignore when I thought about who that person was.

I was fucked. If I didn't have reason never to phase again before, now I had it in spades. Jacob's world would be torn apart if he found out what Bella and I had done, how we'd lost ourselves in each other, just for one night and pretended he didn't exist.

No, that was a lie. We were both fully aware he still existed. I think that was just fuel for the fire – to know that on some level, although he'd never find out, he'd be hurt by it. He'd feel the slightest tinge of pain because of what we'd both once meant to him, and we could feel like we still mattered. He'd be hurt by it just like he'd hurt me, and know what it's like to allow your brother to have someone you'd wanted because you have no way of stopping it now.

"Is that why you're here? The guilt finally got to you? If you feel that bad about it, tell Jacob. Not that he'd care now, anyway," she said, pushing her chair away from the table and moving to stand again.

I'd come here for a noble purpose. When I knew that he'd forgotten everything, the guilt had clawed at me. Bella was all he asked about, and he'd even apologised to me because he felt bad for how he treated me. That was the last kick in the guts. Quil deserved his rage, and hell, Jake even seemed surprised that I was so 'good' about it all. How could I even hint to him that it was because I'd already gotten my revenge, two years before? I needed to bring her back with me because maybe, if I was able to give him this, then the feelings of self-hatred would subside, and I could just be his friend without feeling like I would rather throw up than look him in the eye.

But something was happening. I hadn't expected to be bombarded with the memories of that night when I looked at her. I couldn't stop picturing the blush in her cheeks as she came, or the look in her eye when she'd slid off the car and taken my hand. Maybe I should have expected her to look so damn good – she always did. This was already fucking with my head too much already, and it was making me crazy.

"Oh, sure, Bella. I'll just take him out for a drink, and slip into the conversation how I fucked you on the hood of my car. Oh yeah, and in your hotel room after that. Not to mention in the shower the next morning. He'll love that, probably give me a pat on the back or a high five." I got up to pace too. This kitchen was too small, and I was far too aware of how my presence was affecting her.

Her cheeks reddened profusely, and she downed the rest of her beer in a single motion. The scent of her arousal was still in the air, and I'd be lying if I said I hadn't had to adjust myself, watching her dance in that crowded bar, her face free of the tension she always seemed to possess. We'd taken a moment to appraise each other, knowing what lay under the other's clothes. Something like that is hard to avoid when we hadn't seen each other since then.

A wave of shame overtook me when I found myself wanting her again. That night had been the subject of some of my more private moments, and I willed myself to think of Jake, to keep my mind on the task, but it was impossible by the way she was looking at me now, and how I remembered the sound of her voice as she moaned my name. I stared at my feet. I couldn't do this.

But after you tell her, you'll never get another chance.

I gulped down more of my beer. I wasn't even remotely buzzed, but somehow, involving alcohol in this joke of an equation served to ease my conscience. How could I pursue a life with Maya when this was on my mind? It was like an itch that needed attention, and I didn't know how it would be put to rest if something wasn't done about it. How could I ever look at Bella again without always wondering, torturing myself with what could have been? I couldn't. It didn't help that I knew she wanted it too. I was sure she did, but she had to say it. I needed to hear her ask me for this, just to help justify what I was about to do.

No, wait, I couldn't do this, could I?

BPOV

We stood, mere feet apart in my kitchen. From the minute I'd seen him in better light, I'd been bombarded with images of how he'd taken me with wild abandon. We hadn't even undressed, the first time.

The first time.

There shouldn't have even been a first time, but there was. I hadn't regretted it at the time, but two years gives you a lost of space to think, and brood and come to conclusions. I couldn't believe I'd potentially destroyed Jake and Embry's friendship. I waited for the familiar shame to engulf me, to tell me how wrong it was, but whether it was the alcohol I'd consumed, or the fact that he was standing right in front of me, with a dazed look on his face and with heat radiating off of him – I didn't know – but the shame didn't come.

"You've gone this long without saying anything. What's changed now?" I knew there was anger in my voice, but the situation was so fucked up that I couldn't help taking it out on him. His eyes darkened, and he opened his mouth to speak, but whatever it was died on his lips as I took a step towards him.

"Why are you even here, Embry? Come for a repeat performance?" I said, raising an eyebrow. He furrowed his own and clenched his jaw as he looked off behind me. "We both agreed that it should have never happened in the first place. "

I knew I was goading him, but I was sick of feeling like the only one who enjoyed myself that night. I wanted him to cut the guilt in half. I wanted him to admit he liked it.

"Yeah, we did," he said, catching my eye and taking a step towards me. "And we were right."

"So, why are you here?" I asked again, emphasising my words. Oh shit. He licked his lips, and a memory of sucking on the fuller bottom one flashed across my mind's eye. I had to lower my gaze to his chest, just to keep myself in check.

"Just because it was all kinds of wrong doesn't mean I haven't thought about it," he said, and his breath was hot on my face. When did we get so close?

"I'd be lying if I said you were the only one who did," was my reply as I looked up at him again through my lashes. He took in a calming breath, and the muscles in his cheek rippled as his teeth clenched. Eyes squeezed shut, he shook his head,

"No. We're not doing this again."

It was almost shocking, the feeling of disappointment that flowed through me. I hadn't ever intended on revisiting this, but now that it was in front of me and had been snatched away, I felt a ball of anger curl in my stomach. I didn't want to be denied. The very reason it had happened in the first place was because Embry wasn't denying me what I craved. Closeness. Intimacy. Warmth. Now he was taking it away too?

I frowned at him and shook my head, giving him a light shove on the shoulder as I turned away. "Well then, are you just here to torture yourself?" I crossed the kitchen to stand at the sink. "The martyr act might have done it for me once, but I'm not a teenager anymore. Don't come here if you can't be a man about it and admit what you want." I lowered my head as I spoke, but didn't get the chance to breathe another word before he suddenly grabbed my elbow, turning me around and crashing his lips to mine.

Finally.

I groaned into him, only pulling away for air when we both desperately needed it. Through hooded eyes, I could see his chest rising and falling rapidly.

"I know what I fucking want, Bella," he spat. Anger. Good. If nothing else, it was fuelling him.

"Then take it," I challenged. I didn't have to ask twice before he hoisted me up in one arm, using the other to swipe every object off my kitchen table and lay me down on it. My arousal spiked at the show of raw desire.

"I knew what I wanted as soon as I smelled you. You think that's fair, Bella? I didn't plan this," he said, pausing to kiss me with vigour. "But what was I supposed to do when you're right there, wanting me?"

"I can't help it if I remember what you feel like inside me," I panted, as his lips went to work on my neck. Warm, wet kisses drew goosebumps on my skin and a shiver down my spine. I was whimpering. It had been so long, and I'd thought about him more times than I should have.

A soft growl rumbled from his chest at my words, and the button of my jeans flew off and skittered across the floor. I felt them being tugged down as his nose trailed down the valley of my breasts and teased my stomach.

I almost yelped when he used his teeth to pull up my shirt and leave a trail of nips over my exposed flesh. A rush of cold enveloped my legs as my pants were disposed of. I was laying on my kitchen table, prone for him in a thin shirt an panties. He straightened up to take me in, his index finger tracing my lips and chin, down my neck and over my shirt to my navel.

"This an expensive shirt?" he asked, and my brow furrowed. What? He was asking about my wardrobe choices when we were doing this? I shook my head confusedly, and that crooked, knowing smile came over his lips as he tore it from neckline to hem with one loud rip. I couldn't help the giggle that bubbled forth from my lips, and his smile returned, his eyebrow cocked amusedly at my laughter. I sighed as it died down, and simply looked at him – his face was so strong, and masculine, but the cheekbones and the darkness of his eyes gave him an earthy beauty that I knew I would never have been able to resist.

He leaned down to capture my lips with his own, and I tugged on that glorious dark hair as my arousal heightened. I separated my legs, welcoming him between them as his hardness came into contact with the lace of my panties. Too many clothes, I realised, and I began pulling the shirt he was wearing upwards, hoping he'd take the hint. He responded dutifully, mussing up his hair as the top came over his head. I couldn't help raking my fingers through it again as we kissed, tugging on it a little harder as I felt his deft fingers pull my panties to the side, exploring my wet heat lazily. I gasped – he knew exactly where to touch me, and I didn't miss the little smirk he covered with a kiss to my jaw as I moaned.

His teeth were on me again, tugging the cup of my bra downwards to gain better access to my nipple. I smiled as I slipped my hand between my breasts, undoing the front fastening. His eyes widened slightly in pleasant surprise, and he lowered his head immediately continuing his teasing of my goosebumped flesh. I couldn't believe that less than half an hour ago we'd been in a bar and now I was panting for air as he had me so turned-on I couldn't even think.

His tongue was hot as I remembered it, and the delicious friction it cause on my nipple added to the ecstasy of his ministrations on my clit. His kisses found their way up to my cheek, and his breath on my ear had me squeezing my eyes shut, trying to regain control of my writhing body.

"Oh... Fuck.. Em..."

He was getting me closer, and the wetness coating his fingers would almost have been embarrassing if he wasn't coaxing me to come with words that only served to heighten my state.

"Ever think about me when you touch yourself, Bella?" he asked, his voice deeper than I'd ever heard. I was beyond answering, I just nodded vigorously like some trained pet. I couldn't lie to him, even if I'd wanted to. He half-chuckled and ran his nose across my hairline. "I think about you too."

Taking one of my hands, which were grasping aimlessly at his back and the soft hairs at the back of his neck, he brought it to his lips. My index finger disappeared into his mouth, between those devastatingly kissable lips, and he sucked gently, coating it with his tongue. He was smirking darkly at what was sure to be a dumbfounded look on my face.

"Show me," he said, and my gaze darted to his again. "Show me how you touch yourself, Bella." He placed my own hand at the juncture of my thighs, and covered it with his, matching the rhythm he'd been torturing me with before. He stood for a second, watching me as I brought my own pleasure, and I wondered if he was just going to enjoy the show. Then I registered his arms moving just out of my line of vision. Freeing himself from the confines of those designer jeans, he stroked his length. I shivered in delight when I saw his eyes trained on my hand; dark with desire and his lip being thoroughly gnawed. The anticipation was almost my undoing when I saw him lean his hips forward. The head of his shaft teased me, dipping inside my soaked centre momentarily before disappearing again. My movements increased, seeking out the release he was withholding from me. My eyes fell closed as I wallowed in the feel of my building orgasm and the torture he was inflicting on me.

Out of nowhere, his hand came and replaced mine once again and slowed down the movements, pulling me back from the edge. I wanted to whimper from frustration, but he was still making me feel so good, I didn't want to risk that he'd stop.

"Hey," he said and my eyes snapped open. He was still running his length up and down my folds, coating himself in my juices. I reached up to cup his cheek, just enjoying the view of him hovering over me. "Tell me you want this." He could have asked me for my bank account details and passwords in that moment, and I would have given them to him.

"I want this. I want you-" I said, pausing to suck in a breath as he started to enter me again. He stopped just as I did, and raised a teasing brow.

"Yes, Bella? You want me...?" I hated him for making me such a quivering mess, but holy shit if I wasn't going to give in. I'd have a week's worth of cold showers ahead of me if I didn't get release – half sure I was about to combust.

"Fuck me, Embry. I want you to fuck me," I begged, not finding it in me to feel bashful at the outburst. He fully sheathed himself inside me, letting out a delicious rumble in his chest at the sensation. I love it when he does that.

He pulled one of my knees up over his hip, opening me up further to him. If there was one thing Embry was truly talented at, it was having sex in less traditional places. The car. The shower. Even in my hotel room, I'd been set on the dresser and fucked senseless. Never a bed. We'd never even thought about going for the bed, because that would somehow be too far – we couldn't share something that intimate and loving without having to admit that this was more than just a vengeance screw, or that we weren't just fulfilling curiosity. We wouldn't do this in a bed, because that was for relationships, and we were never going to have one.

Each slow, lazy thrust was met with one of my cries of pleasure. The feeling of fullness he was giving me had my inner walls pulsating already, and I felt myself coming undone after no more than three, intense slams. I was almost about to apologise, before he leaned over me, taking my earlobe into his mouth and sucking on it, causing a fresh wave of heat to pool between my thighs. Seemingly, if Embry wasn't done yet, neither was I.

Dark spots and stars dance across my vision, as I realised I was struggling for breath. One look at his face after he kissed his way over my cheek to nibble on my lip and I gasped sharply – I wasn't missing a moment of this. His hair stuck to his gleaming forehead in perspiration, and a crease appeared between those expressive brows as I reached down to squeeze his delectable behind. It spurred him on further, his movements gaining momentum as he hurtled towards the edge. I knew he was close by the pace of his thrusts, and found myself getting closer and closer with him, boiling heat pooling in my centre was bubbling over and waiting to explode. I just needed that final push.

He reached down between our slick bodies and nipped my bundle of nerves, causing me to cry out for the second time, my inner walls clenching around him as he found his own release, filling my insides mere seconds later. He collapsed on my chest, and I couldn't resist running a hand through his now damp hair as he caught his breath.

"That was..." he breathed, unable to finish.

"Yeah," I agreed, basking in my own after-glow. "But it always is." I chuckled lightly. Sex with Embry had never been less than mind-blowing. I think it was a werewolf-thing.

"True. I would never have forgiven myself if I hadn't done that one more time," he said, his eyes drooping closed from the influx of happy hormones and exhaustion.

"One more time? You seem pretty sure that was our last, Em," I said teasing him for being so fatalistic. I'd do that any time he liked, as long as no-one else knew about it. He stiffened on my chest and turned his head to look at me, his chin resting on my sternum. There was devastating remorse in his eyes, which instantly made me nervous. I furrowed a brow, searching his gaze as he straightened up to full height. His expression became guarded, and he was looking at the table behind my head, rather than into my face.

"Bella, there's something I have to tell you," he said, still not looking at me. I sat up on the table, pulling the two sides of my shirt closed to cover myself. I suddenly felt extremely cold in the absence of his heat.

"...it's about Jake."

I stiffened at the mention of his name; it was almost unwritten that we didn't say it around each other. It was too real a reminder that he still existed and that he was the reason we knew one another in the first place.

"What about him," I said, cautiously.

It was beyond me why Embry would feel the need to bring him up right at that moment, when he was practically still inside me. He opened his mouth to answer, but a loud buzzing from my phone interrupted him, as I turned to fish it out of my purse. I would have bet money that it was Matt, checking in with me since I'd forgotten to text him, but the smile died on my lips when I read the name on the screen.

Angela Weber was calling me.

A/N: Of course, if this is how things went, there's no way Bella would give Embry the time of day afterwards. It also makes no sense for his character, it's just not something I could see him doing to her. Oh well, I'd love to know what you think.