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That Moment

Chapter 6 - Frustrations

EPOV

The alarm on my cell phone was obnoxiously singing in my ear. I could hear raindrops hitting my bedroom window. I lay perfectly still, staring at the ceiling. I had gotten home around two o'clock in the morning, and hadn't gotten a moment's sleep since then.

I tried to explain it to her. I tried to tell her that I had meant we couldn't be just friends anymore, that we were so much more than that. She wouldn't hear me out. She just insisted that she had dealt with it and moved on a long time ago and she had bigger things to worry about now. She was probably right. After all, hadn't I dealt with her leaving a long time ago too? Hadn't I gotten over it eventually and moved on with my life? I thought I had. Then she had walked into that damn classroom.

God help me, I wanted to kiss her good night. I wanted to tell her that I had loved her and that she broke my heart when she left. I couldn't do it. The words wouldn't mean anything after this much time. I couldn't expect us to pick up where we left off fourteen years ago. I knew that. We weren't the same people that we were back then. Still, I had always been drawn to Bella. There was something about her that made me want to protect her.

I didn't kiss her good night. I did pull her into my arms and held her for as long as I could. She had nuzzled into my chest and held me just as tightly. I itched to feel her in my arms again. We came to an agreement before I left. We agreed that if we could put the past behind us, then we could be friends again. I programmed my number into her cell phone and made her promise that if she ever needed anything she would call.

I finally managed to roll my ass out of bed and take a hot shower. Thank God it was Friday and I only had a few appointments in the morning. It was still going to be a long fucking day. Four more kids with flu, two pap-smears and a broken arm later and I was finally signing out for the weekend. I felt like a damn zombie and had every intention of going straight home and back to bed.

BPOV

Friday morning came to damn early. Work dragged ass and I was finding it extremely difficult to focus on anything. My thoughts kept bouncing around, refusing to stay on the same path for more than a few minutes at a time. My main distraction was the impending drive to Seattle. I had to take Charlie to see Mike tonight, and I was not looking forward to it at all. First of all, I had barely any sleep and it was a long drive. Second, it was bad enough talking to him on the phone, seeing him was even worse. I never knew which Mike I would be getting. Would it be the sweet Mike that had sent me flowers and claimed to still love me? Or would it be the Mike that wanted to kick my ass because I didn't pay his rent and his cable bill? With him it was always a crapshoot.

The drive was, as predicted, long and boring. Charlie spent the time playing his DS and jabbering on to himself about who knows what. Occasionally he would ask me a question and tell me something he had learned in school. When we finally pulled up in front of the house, he jumped out of the car and ran to the front door. I followed behind at a slower pace, taking his overnight bag with me. As I walked up the front steps, the door opened and a redhead stepped out onto the porch. I froze in place as I saw her. When her eyes met mine she had the decency to look away.

"Victoria." My voice was flat. I refused to let any emotion show through as I looked at the woman that had wrecked my marriage. She nodded my direction and mumbled something under her breath before walking quickly towards her own house.

"Bella." My eyes were redirected to the porch when I heard my name. Mike was standing there watching me with his arms crossed over his chest. I could feel the anger boiling up inside me. I held it there.

"Did you sign the papers?" I asked as I handed him Charlie's bag.

"I read through them, but I want Eric to take a look before I sign anything." I figured as much. Eric was Mike's brother and attorney. I would expect him to look it over before signing.

"Whatever. It's pretty straightforward. I want my car and full custody of Charlie. You can see him every other weekend during the school year and we can work something out that's fair for holidays and summer vacations. You can have everything else. I don't want any of it."

He studied me for a long time. His blue eyes were resigned as he measured my resolve and finally realized I wasn't backing down. This time he had gone too far. It was over.

"It said that you don't want child support." It was more of a question than a statement.

I nodded in agreement. What I didn't say was "you never supported us when we were married, why would I expect you to start now?" Mike had spent the last three years hoping the economy would turn around and he would get his job back. We all knew it wouldn't happen, but he wouldn't give up and go find something else. So in the meantime I was working two jobs trying to make ends meet and he was working odd jobs whenever he could.

We stood in awkward silence for a few more minutes before Charlie came running out the door and asked if he could ride his bike in the back yard. I gave him a hug and a kiss and promised to pick him up on Sunday. It almost broke my heart all over again when he asked me why I couldn't just stay with them for the weekend.

It wasn't until I had gotten out of the city and I was driving along the rural highway that I let my anger boil over. She was at the house. Again. That asshole was still fucking her.

By the time I made it back to Forks it was late, pitch black outside and pouring down rain. I pulled into my driveway and stared at the empty house. My leg was bouncing up and down with nervous energy. Anger still coursed through my veins. I didn't want to be alone right now. I needed a distraction. I picked my cell phone up off the seat next to me and scrolled through until I found the number I needed. I stared at his name for a long time before I finally hit the 'talk' button and lifted it to my ear. It rang once, twice, three times before he answered.

"Hello?" The voice on the other end of the phone was groggy. He sounded like he was asleep.

"Edward? Did I wake you?" I looked at the clock. It wasn't that late. Not even ten o'clock yet.

"It's okay. I was just taking a nap. Shit. I didn't mean to sleep this late!" I could hear him moving around in the background. I assumed he was getting out of bed. "What's up?"

Now that I had him on the other end of the line, I hesitated. This probably wasn't such a good idea. I was still sitting in my car, staring at my empty house.

"Bella?"

I took a shaky breath and counted to five inside my head before I answered him.

"I could really use a friend tonight, Edward."

Fifteen minutes later I had changed into a pair of jeans and a light brown sweater. I ran a brush through my hair and put on a light layer of make up. It's not like I was going on a date or anything, but I still wanted to look nice. Nothing wrong with that, right? I had just finished applying some lip-gloss when I heard the knock on my door.

Edward looked absolutely delicious in his blue jeans and black t-shirt. He had on a leather jacket and work boots that made him look more like a biker than a doctor. I don't know what the hell I was thinking. Okay, I wasn't thinking. I was just relieved that he was there. I threw my arms around his neck and pulled him into a hug. His arms immediately circled my waist and held me tightly. I could spend all night right there in his arms.

My stomach growled loudly, reminding me that I hadn't eaten dinner yet. I let him take my hand and lead me to his car. He opened the door for me and closed it after I was situated. When he took his place in the driver's seat, his hand found mine yet again. He took me to a small Italian restaurant at the edge of town. It was late enough in the evening that the dining room was nearly deserted. The waitress sat us at a small booth in the corner. Edward slid into the seat next to me and rested his hand on my thigh. The energy that coursed through my body from that small touch almost made me moan out loud.

We ordered our food and settled back to wait. His fingers were lightly drawing designs on my inner thigh. Good lord. How long had it been since I had sex? Too fucking long. My hand found his under the table and lifted his fingers off of me.

"Stop that," I whispered as I moved his hand from my knee to his. "When I said I needed a friend, I meant a real friend, Edward. You know, the kind of friend that talks to you or keeps you company when you're depressed or just really pissed off." My eyes met his and I silently pleaded for him to understand. He nodded slowly and sat back. Sadly, his hands remained to himself the rest of dinner.

We sat in silence until the waitress brought our drinks. She was obviously flirting with him, trying to catch his eye, leaning over the table just enough that you could see down her shirt. It was borderline pathetic. I had to stifle a laugh when she walked away from the table completely disappointed. He hadn't even looked at her.

"Okay, there's something I have to ask. It's been driving me crazy all week." He raised his eyebrow and waited for me to continue. "Why are you taking an algebra class at a community college? You're a doctor, right? Didn't they cover algebra in med school?"

"Emmett." He chuckled, but didn't elaborate.

"What about him?" I was pretty sure that wasn't an answer to my question.

"Emmett got laid off from the mill last summer. As part of his severance, they agreed to pay for him to obtain a two-year degree. Well, you know Em, he was never very good at school the first time around, so he was nervous about going back. He wasn't going to do it at all. I told him if he'd go back to school I would take one class a quarter with him. Fall quarter I took an English class and winter quarter we did Biology."

The waitress delivered our food and tried one more attempt at flirting with Edward. I glared at her until she gave up and left. Really, how rude is that?

"So why did you choose Finite Math for this quarter then? Most people avoid Finite at all costs. You're taking it willingly just for the hell of it?"

"It was the only class on Em's schedule that I could fit in my schedule. And I heard the teacher was hot, so yeah." He smiled and winked at me. Okay, that was laughable at best. Hot? Me? Yeah, right.

We continued talking through dinner. I told him about seeing Victoria at Mike's house. Once I started talking about it, I couldn't stop. All of my heartache and frustration over the last six months, hell even the last twelve years, came pouring out. I told him everything. When I was finished, that familiar anger was pounding through me again. Anger at Mike. Anger at myself. Anger at the whole damn world.

"What do you do to relax, you know, in your free time?" He asked me finally.

"Free time? What the hell is that?" I laughed, but I really wasn't kidding. "I work two jobs, I have a house and bills to take care of, and in case you didn't notice I also have an obscenely energetic nine year old to keep up with. I used to do karate, but it's been months."

We shared some more small talk as we finished dinner. When we left the table, Edward put his hand on the small of my back and guided me out the door. Our waitress was watching us, so I made sure to wink at her before we left. It's not like Edward and I were together or anything, but she didn't need to know that. We left the restaurant and drove across town. Edward pulled the car into a private drive and parked in front of a split-level ranch house. It was dark, only the porch light glowed through the rain. He pushed a button and the garage door opened slowly. Then he pulled the Volvo in and closed the door behind us.

"Come on. You need an outlet." He opened the door for me and I stepped past him into the house.

"An outlet?" My imagination was running wild, and most of the scenarios I was coming up with were X rated. I had to keep reminding myself that wasn't why I was here.

"Oh yeah. You have got some quality anger going on there, Bella." He chuckled to himself as he led me down stairs to the basement and flipped the light on. We were standing in a gym. He had a treadmill, a weight bench, and a punching bag. In the middle of the room there was a square laid out in black tape. On the far wall there was a display plaque. Below the plaque were eight karate belts, ranging in color from white to black.

"Here, put these on." He threw a pair of hand guards my way.

"You want to spar?" I wasn't sure if I liked the idea or despised it. It had been months since I had been to a karate class, and I had never been fond of the hand-to-hand sparring.

"You said you're a red belt, right?" He took his shoes and socks off and set them aside. I hesitated for a minute before following suit. I took my shoes and socks off. I tied my hair back and I put the hand guards on.

I stood facing him in the ring and we bowed to each other. I went into a fighting stance and let him take the offensive. It took a few minutes for me to settle back into the rhythm of fighting. Block. Punch. Block. Kick. Block. Back fist, reverse. Block. Sidekick. I let myself fall into the rhythm. I lost myself in the motions.

"That's it, Bella." Edward was saying. "Now imagine that I'm Mike."

My vision turned red. I attacked fiercely. I let the tension drain from my body. I let the anger seep out through my kicks and my punches. I could feel myself wearing down when suddenly my feet were swept from beneath me. I reached out instinctively and grabbed Edward's arm. As I fell, I pulled him down with me. I landed on my back with him on top of me, effectively knocking the wind out of my lungs.

I struggled to regain my breath and realized that Edward was still on top of me. He was sweating and breathing hard. His green eyes met mine and he smiled. Then he started to laugh.

"Damn Bella. Remind me to never piss you off!"

I looked up into those green eyes and I laughed along with him. I was hot and sweaty and exhausted. Despite that, I felt great.

"Feel better?" he asked as he brushed some loose hair off my face. I pulled the hand guards off and flexed my fingers as I thought about his question. I did feel better. I felt more relaxed, lighter even. How did he know I needed that release?

"I do."

The feel of his body against mine was doing things to me that I hadn't felt in years. His fingers brushed my cheek lightly then traveled down my neck, across my shoulder and down my side, lightly brushing over my breast before his hand came to rest on my hip. Electricity shot out from his fingertips, sending tingles across my skin and igniting a desire in me that I had forgotten even existed. I caught my breath as I gazed into his green eyes, which had become darker with passion.

He leaned his forehead against mine. I could tell he was fighting the same internal battle that I was. The battle between what I wanted to do and what I should do. I should go home. Right fucking now. The look in Edward's eyes was telling me that he wanted the same thing I wanted. I was pretty sure that if one of us made a move, the other wouldn't be able to resist. The sexual tension that surrounded us was palpable.

"This isn't fair, Edward," I whispered, more to myself than to him. "I'm not looking for a relationship." I traced his jawbone gently with my fingertips before pushing my fingers into that thick auburn hair of his. His eyelids drifted closed and he gasped. His head dipped down, his lips brushed against my neck and sent cold chills down my spine.

"Neither am I, Bella. But I won't deny that I want you. I've always wanted you." His lips closed against the soft skin of my neck and he sucked it gently into his mouth. I gasped at the sensation that coursed through my body. My hands pulled his neck closer, my leg lifted to rub against his. He released his hold on my neck, kissing and licking his way up to my ear. "Let me show you how much I want you, Bella." He whispered roughly into my ear. His hips dropped down to meet mine and I felt the hard proof of his desire against my thigh.

"Oh God," I moaned as his hand cupped my ass and squeezed. I was too far-gone. The second his lips had touched me I knew, it was impossible to resist. I needed this. I needed him. "Show me, Edward." He growled. He fucking growled before his mouth covered mine. My lips moved with his. My hands tangled in his hair. My legs wrapped around his waist. He wasn't close enough. Not nearly close enough.

He broke away from me long enough to lift my sweater over my head and unbutton my jeans. He stood then, pulling me up with him into his arms. He kissed me again as his hands roamed my back, finding my bra and unhooking the clasp. The satin and lace fell to the floor, forgotten. I found the hem of his shirt and tugged it up and over his head, marveling at the beauty of his muscles. My fingers traced each one. My mouth wasn't far behind. His hands dipped into my waistband, his fingers gripped my ass tightly.

"Fuck me!" I hissed as my head fell back in ecstasy.

"I intend to," Edward promised as he released my flesh and shoved my pants and panties to the floor. "Do you have any idea how many ways I want to fuck you, Bella?" He turned me around so my back was to him. I inhaled sharply as his hands ghosted over my bare breasts. His lips were on my neck again. Kissing. Sucking. Licking. On the next pass with his hands he pinched my nipples between his finger and thumb and squeezed lightly just as he sucked the skin of my neck into his mouth. I screamed out as a fresh wave of arousal hit me. I was dripping wet and close to an orgasm and he hadn't even touched me there yet. When he stepped back I whimpered from the loss of his touch, only to feel him behind me again, this time I could feel his rock hard erection against my ass. My hands reached back and gripped his bare flesh, holding him as close to me as I could.

"Are you ready for me Bella?" he asked as his hands dipped between my legs and found the hot, wet center of my being. "Oh fuck baby! You are so fucking wet!"

He lifted his fingers up to show me the moisture that was glistening there. I gave him a wicked little smile before pulling his fingers into my mouth. He groaned as I sucked every last drop off of him.

He led me across the room to the weight bench. I leaned over the weight bar and placed one knee on the bench, sticking my ass out before I looked back over my shoulder and met his hungry eyes. His hand wrapped in my hair while the other wrapped around my waist. He positioned himself at my entrance, and then he stopped, waiting, teasing. I moved my hips back and forth a little bit.

"Come on Edward. Fuck me like you want to fuck me."

Again with that growl. I swear it's my new favorite sound in the world. He growled, and then he plunged into my core. He pumped into me hard and fast. It was the culmination of the last several years of sexual frustration. It was pure passion, pure desire, pure animalistic need that drove him into me over and over again. Each stroke sent me closer. The pressure was building at an incredible pace and it was only a matter of time before I lost all control.

"Fuck Bella!" He groaned and I knew that he was close.

"Don't stop Edward! I'm so close. Don't stop!" I wanted to lose control. For once in my life I needed to lose control. He kept pumping into me, each slap of skin building more and more pressure until I felt sure I would explode. He lifted both hands around me and grabbed my breasts, his fingers squeezing my nipples hard, sending a sharp pain and intense pleasure through my body. I screamed his name as wave after wave of my release washed over me.

He pushed into me once more with a loud grunt followed by my name falling from his lips over and over again as he spilled into me.

When both of our bodies had finally stilled, I sat down, a bit shaky, on the bench. I could barely hold myself up. It was like all the bones in my body were gone. Edward sat next to me and put his arms around me, holding me tight, making sure I didn't fall.

Oh my fucking God. What the hell did I just do?

AN: I don't know about you, but I need a cold shower now. Hit the little 'review' button and let me know what you think.