A/N: I'm so sorry for not posting Friday, but I was visiting a friend this weekend, and didn't have a chance to post. But the good news is that I'm almost done with the next chapter, which will also be the last so that will be up soon as well!

Enjoy!

Edward: I really have to stop talking when I'm drunk…

BPOV:

Days passed in a blur. I was burying my head in the sand, ignoring the pain of missing Edward by immerging myself in studying. Finals were coming up so I could pretend that was why I was working so hard. The fact was that I was hardly able to sleep at night. My mind kept replaying him calling me a slut and every time it hurt just a little bit more.

After a couple of weeks of hermit-city, I decided I had had enough. The pain slowly turned into fury. How fucking dared he? He was the biggest slut I had ever met and he was pointing fingers at me? Why shouldn't I be able to fool around without being labeled? What I had done so far was still very vanilla compared to what I knew other girls did at college.

I was so angry with him I even contemplated calling him. Just to yell at him. But I couldn't bring myself to be the first to make contact when I so needed an apology from him. So I waited. I waited for him to contact me. Which he didn't. And let me tell you, that did not help the anger I felt towards him.

I barely ventured out anymore either. I just couldn't stand the idea of bumping into Edward and seeing him flirt with more girls. I made an exception for my best friend Alice though, because she would surely kill me if I ever denied her anything. So when she called and begged me to come to her soiré (yes she actually called it that) I had to say yes. She had met a guy she wanted to introduce me to so she thought an evening of wine and cheese would do the trick. As if wine and cheese were really what anyone not being 40 years old wanted on a night out, but I didn't even bother telling her that.

On the night in question I had actually made an effort. I was in a halter neck top and a nice skirt that Alice had given me for my birthday and I knew she would appreciate me wearing them. My hair was up in a high ponytail and I had even put on a little makeup. As I was getting ready for her soiré I realized I was excited. I had kinda missed going out.

I arrived right on time. I had learned my lesson in the past to not be late when it came to Alice. It seemed I wasn't the only one who had learned that particular lesson as her place was almost full. Without wanting to I did a quick scan to see if Edward was there. I let out a breath I didn't realize I had been holding when I realized he wasn't there. I really wanted to ask Alice whether or not he was supposed to show, but I didn't know how to do it without revealing the fact that we weren't talking which would only lead to a lot of questions from Alice I wasn't sure I wanted to answer. Let alone knew how to answer.

Alice took my coat and while carrying it into her bedroom to put on top of the pile of outerwear in there she said "That asshole Edward has just texted me to say he's not sure he's going to make it. Can you believe it? Would you please inform him that my patience with him is hanging by a loose thread…?" I eagerly nodded and tried to ignore the feeling of disappointment that was fluttering in my stomach.

I let myself be led by Alice into her living room and was introduced to her new boyfriend Jasper. We talked for a bit and it didn't take me long to forget about Edward and just focus on having fun with my friends and the amount of booze that was present.

A couple of hours later I found myself comfortably drunk and talking to some guy named Riley. He was good looking and a few of weeks ago I probably would have messed around with him. It didn't stop me from being immerged in conversation with him though, it seemed we had quite a lot in common so I didn't hear Edward arriving. When I finally noticed him he was standing by the door to the living room obviously drunk with an equally drunk hussy next to him. He had his arm around her waist and was quietly arguing with Alice who seemed really annoyed with him. I tried not to look at him but I hadn't seen him in so long and my eyes seemed to have their own life. I just couldn't look away. And then suddenly, like he could feel my eyes on him, his eyes left Alice and found me. He held my gaze for a while looking relieved, but then he noticed Riley and his eyes immediately changed. He became hard and unapproachable once again. He continued to look at me but started to pull the hussy closer to him. Alice was still talking to him but he ignored her and grabbed the hussy and began to kiss her. She let him, totally oblivious to what was going on around her. As I could see his tongue slipping into her mouth he opened his eyes and looked straight at me. My cheeks lid up and I was suddenly burning from the inside out. I was angry, furious, ashamed and sad at the same time.

I couldn't just sit there and watch him molest this hussy so I pried my eyes away from him, turned my back to him and tried to compose myself enough to continue talking to Riley. I had no idea what he was talking about and I tried to hide that fact by taking an extra large pull of the drink I was nursing. I had no idea what was in it but it tasted strongly of alcohol and that was surely what I needed right now. I really just wanted to leave so I could avoid Edward, avoid seeing him with the hussy. But I couldn't allow him to chase me out of there like that. I had to at least appear not to be that affected by him. So I willed myself not to look at him anymore.

The next hour passed incredibly slowly. I could feel his eyes on me and my body was certainly aware of the fact that he was in the vicinity. As the hour went by it was becoming more and more difficult not to look at him and I tried not to be too conspicuous when my eyes won the battle and sought him out. The hussy was constantly glued to his side and he was constantly looking my way to see if I was noticing them. I was growing frustrated with the entire situation. What the hell was he doing? By the end of that hour I decided that an hour was surely long enough for me to wait before leaving. I didn't want to say goodbye to everybody and thereby gaining a lot of attention so I quietly snuck into Alice's bedroom to get my coat. I was clearly not the last person to arrive and I couldn't help but sigh when I saw the big pile of outerwear that was collected and there was absolutely no sight of my coat. But I certainly didn't want to stay any longer, so I began the tedious work of finding my coat in the pile.

Suddenly I heard the door close behind me but before I could react I found myself being enclosed in a warm body from behind. I froze and tensed when I heard him whisper in my ear: "Bella, do you know how much you affect me..?" Edward! "The way you look tonight, I swear you put on this top and this skirt just to tease me." His hands were roaming my body, touching me everywhere and the touch of his hands, his smell and his voice in my ear assaulted my senses to the point where I couldn't think. I could only feel. I found myself relaxing and melting into him.

He continued to whisper in my ear, his voice was rough and husky: "I've wanted to do this all night…" and then he unbound the knot at my neck and pulled down my top, revealing my breasts. He engulfed them in his big hands and pinched my nipples hard. I couldn't help but arch my back and moan. "Shit! You are so responsive." His hands left my breasts and then they were sliding up my thighs bringing my skirt up with them until it was bunched at my waist. His one hand went back to my breast again and his other hand quickly found my pussy which he stroked through my panties. I knew they were soaked already. I had been so aware of him and it was simply not possible for me to not be affected by him when he was in the vicinity.

His hand slipped under my panties and he was teasing me by running a finger through my folds. "Bella. I really want to fuck you. But I'm going to warn you; I'm too drunk and too horny to go slow. This is your chance to say no. If you don't I won't be able to stop…" He then buried two fingers in me and my breath hitched making it impossible for me to say anything.

I could feel him holding back to give me a chance to say no. I knew it wasn't a good idea and that I was probably going to regret it, but with his fingers in me and him surrounding me I just couldn't say no to him. So I nodded and gasped "So don't stop…" He growled and pushed me forward with his body. His hand left my breast and roughly cupped my chin forcing my head to turn so he could kiss me. The kiss was sloppy, wet and full of tongue but that only turned me on even further. I really liked unraveled Edward. I loved the fact that I was affecting him like this.

He kept pushing me until we were standing in front of Alice's vanity table. He put a hand between my shoulder blades and pushed so I was leaning over it. I grabbed onto the table and looked at him in the mirror. "I want to be able to see you." He said and then I could hear the clink of his belt being opened. He was frantic by now, he quickly pushed down his jeans and boxers followed by my panties. He grabbed hold of my hip with one hand and aligned himself with the other. And then with one swift move he buried himself to the hilt in me. My arms gave out and I landed on my elbows but I kept my eyes on him through the mirror. The way he was looking at me made me hot all over. His eyes wandered from mine to my chest and he clearly enjoyed watching them jumping as he pistoned into me hard and fast. He grabbed my shoulder and used it as leverage.

I could feel the coil tightening and I knew I was close. The way he was handling me was such a turn on. The fact that he was obviously chasing his own orgasm without regards to me only increased my pleasure. Edward was always so tentative so even if I knew I should be offended I reveled in the fact that I was able to make him loose control. His hand left my shoulder and grabbed my hair. He pulled so I had to follow and soon my back was to his chest.

"You really like this don't you Bella? You come off as a good girl but deep down you're just a naughty dirty girl aren't you..?" he said and lightly slapped me on my ass which made me moan out loud. This only spurred him on and he increased his speed.

"Shit, shit, shit…." He exclaimed as he slapped my ass again this time a little bit harder. My eyes were trained on him in the mirror. I was taking him in; his eyes were half-hooded and glazed but focused on the place we met through the mirror, the veins in his neck were strained, his lips were parted and he had this look on his face like he was concentrating hard; he looked like a wet dream come true.

He bended his knees slightly and grabbed hold of my ribcage just below my tits. The change in angle made him reach places in me I didn't even know existed and before I knew it I was coming. Hard. I buried my head in my arms to keep from screaming. He came only seconds later after a few more thrusts. He collapsed over me and his weight felt delicious. I could feel his quick breath fanning across the now very sensitive skin on my back. But I didn't really have that much strength left in my legs so as soon as I was able to I started to wiggle, letting him know that he had to move. He promptly took his weight of me but instead of getting off me he started to pebble my shoulder with light kisses before he put his chin on my shoulder and looked at me in the mirror. The look in his eyes made my breath catch. It was filled with wonder and affection and something more I didn't have the guts to decipher.

"Are you all right? Did you come..?" he asked still looking at me that way. I didn't know what to say so I just nodded. He smiled and chuckled a bit. I raised an eyebrow silently asking him what was so funny. "I can't believe you came from that!" He said and hid his head in my shoulder.

I froze. Reality came flushing back. I couldn't believe I just had sex with a guy who had been kissing another girl all night and who thought I was a slut. "Yeah, only sluts can come from rough fucking, right!" I exclaimed and suddenly I couldn't stand being touched by him. I pushed off the vanity table and tried to get away from him but his arms just tightened around my ribcage holding me in place.

"I was hoping this would make you forget what I said…" He sounded embarrassed and held on even tighter.

I raised my eyes to his in the mirror and said "So treating me like a slut is supposed to make me forget you think I'm a slut?" I was regretting this badly. I couldn't believe how stupid I had been to give in to him like this and honestly I was only moments away from kicking him hard to get out of his grasp.

As if he could sense it he loosened his hold to turn me around. His one arm still held me in place against him and the other caressed my cheek making sure I was looking at him. "Bella. I'm so sorry I said that. I was jealous and stupid. Please forgive me…" He sounded so forlorn that I almost believed him. I held his eyes and it sure looked like he meant it. But I was having a hard time letting all the anger go. And to be honest I wasn't quite ready to forgive him yet. Even if I had gotten the apology I longed for.

"Please Bella. This isn't how it was supposed to happen. Our first time was supposed to be in a bed with candles and music and plenty of time for me to take care of you. I wanted to make love to you, not fuck you. You deserve so much better than this…" His thumb had found its way to my lips which he was caressing while he spoke. He was breaking down my defenses with his words.

"So you've thought of our fist time together?" I asked him and really needed the conformation his answer could give me.

He chuckled and said: "Are you kidding me? I've thought of nothing else for quite a while now …"

His eyes were soft and pleading and I couldn't help but smile and blush a bit.

"Please come home with me Bella. Let me take care of you…" He said.

His plea went straight to my heart, after all I was in love with him. So I nodded not really able to find my voice. His face lit up and he looked so happy I had to smile. Still smiling he began to fix me up; he bended so he could put my panties back on, he straightened out my skirt and he pushed my hair aside so he could tie the knot on my halter neck. Only when he had finished with me did he fix his own clothes. He quickly found our jackets in the pile and held out his hand to me. "Come with me..?" He asked me again. I smiled at him, nodded and took his hand.

A/N: Reviews are better than a drunk and horny Edward... (yeah I know, not really but please review anyway, it makes me so happy to get the feedback... :))