Disclaimer: SM? She owns Twilight. Slammed? MINE.

A/N: Short? YES. Sweet? You tell me. After.

Chapter Ten: Slammed

Edward

I pull into the driveway of Jasper and Isabella's house and say one last prayer for strength. The fact that she never responded to my text tells me that it's still her show, and I may be walking right into Act II of my bestowed starring role. Please, God, have mercy on me.

Something tells me He's not listening as I reach the door and hear Eminem's Not Afraid thumping through the house. He's not listening, she's not afraid, and Jasper is definitely not home. If he was, she'd be listening to Paramore or something instead. Jasper's never forgiven Emmett for introducing a very young Isabella to Mr. Mathers, and the shock-to-us-all love affair that followed. And speaking of Emmett... his Jeep isn't here, either. Yeah, like I didn't already know I was destined for Hell?

I've been alone with Isabella many times, more times than I could ever count, so why is the prospect of it currently scaring the ever-loving shit out of me?

If there were sand before me, my cock would be drawing in it. The lack of isn't deterring him in the least. ALONE WITH KNOWING ISABELLA.

It was a rhetorical question, asshole!

I take a deep breath and knock on the door- very different in and of itself. Normally I would walk right in, but with Jasper not here, I wouldn't dare, and his MIA status is written all over her face in the form of a devilish smirk when she opens it. Needless to say, Isabella with a devilish smirk is already threatening to crumble my will. Unfortunately for me, my cock has surrendered his, if he ever had any, and suddenly thinks he's Michael fucking Flatley. I tug through my hair in frustration at his weakness, and his apparent determination to secure mine. Traitor!

Her smirk turns into a sweet smile, and I think she's going to move aside and let me in, but she stands motionless as her eyes travel slowly from my hand in my hair, down and over every detail of my face. I wait patiently, admittedly flattered, until she gets to my neck and seems to be momentarily entranced by something. It's not the first time I've noticed it, I've found her gaze there many times, but I've never understood why. I clear my throat, hoping to pull her out of her trance, and she sucks in a small breath and bites her lip. What did I do?

She recovers her focus after a moment, and turns it boldly to making it's way down the rest of my body inch by inch. I've been looked over by thousands of hungry women, but this is different. This is Isabella. There's an innocence in her gaze that's unmistakable, and it liquefies my insides. And the deep appreciation I see in her eyes makes me feel like some kind of god. The cocky son of a bitch in me can't help but smirk at that. I clear my throat again, bringing her attention back to my face, and my smirk returns as soon as our eyes meet.

Upon my own inspection of her beautiful face, her beautiful pale face - the fact that she's not blushing is just one more peek into her new determined state, and frankly, absolutely fucking terrifying. Where has my sweet, shy girl run off to? And why has she still not invited me in?

I decide to ask her, and distract us both from our thoughts. "Is there a new dress code at the Hale residence? Do I meet the requirements to be permitted entry?"

"You could be wearing nothing and you'd meet the... "

Oh... there she is, blush and all, covering that pretty mouth that I dream of so often.

Well, not being able to see it is more than I can bear. I reach up to pull her hand away and my legs all but buckle beneath me at the contact. Shit! Why did I touch her? I knew that would happen... just like she knows it did. Again. Why can't I stop showing her things? Why am I such a fucking idiot?...

I release her hand, desperately not wanting to, but needing to get control. "Can I come in?"

Her voice is a whisper, a stark contrast to the screaming joy on her face. "Of course."

I step inside and close the door, shoving my hands in my pockets after I do, so her answer to the question I'm going to ask doesn't send them wildly out of control and straight to her. "Where is everyone?"

Her whisper is breathless this time, "It's just you and me," and the knowledge that I already had does nothing to prepare me for hearing the words come from her mouth.

Or the step she takes towards me.

Or the second.

I step back as she takes a third, not trusting myself in the least. Her eyes are pleading pools of melted chocolate, and my legs suddenly feel like liquid cement.

My back hits the door as she takes a fourth, eliminating any space left between us. She reaches up with soft-as-silk fingertips and touches my cheek and her name leaves my mouth in a strangled plea for mercy.

Her own forms into a sweet smirk as she pulls her hand back and holds a delicate finger up in front of me. "Make a wish," she murmurs softly, and I now see the eyelash on the tip of her finger.

I close my eyes and inhale deeply through my nose. What the hell did I think she was doing? What did I want her to be doing?

Don't go there, Masen... you know exactly what you wanted her to do. Too bad you're so much of a pussy that you can't do it yourself.

When I open my eyes, her shy but beaming smile at my obvious misinterpretation of her movements nearly knocks me on my ass.

"It's okay, you don't have to. You probably think it's silly... " Her words trail off and she pulls her lip between her teeth like she's done something wrong, and starts to drop her hand.

I reach for it before I can even think I shouldn't, and she gasps softly as my fingers wrap around her wrist, my thumb moving of it's own volition along the veins on the inside. Our eyes lock and our labored breaths mingle in the small space that separates us.

But I don't want there to be any space...

I want her.

I want her eyes.

I want her mouth.

I want her delicate fingers and her gentle touch.

I want her smile and her breath and her words.

I want her heart that's beating so hard in her chest in this moment that I can feel it through the tension-filled air surrounding us.

I.

WANT.

HER.

So much that I can taste her.

So much that I'll implode if I don't.

So much that I can't think. Don't.

So much that I can't stop myself from pulling her hard into my chest, her pulse racing beneath the pad of my thumb.

So much that my fingers tangle into her silken hair and I see tears pool in her beautiful brown eyes.

I see them.

Her tears.

I know what they're for.

And her quivering mouth...

Her sweet, quivering-with-anticipation mouth that I can't resist anymore. Don't.

Sweet...

Soft...

Intoxicating.

Her mouth.

Her lips.

Mine.

Her arms around my waist as I spin her, her back now against the door.

Her hands fisting the back of my shirt.

Her face...

In mine.

Held.

Her eyes spilling over.

Her cheeks wet beneath my thumbs.

Salt on my lips. Hers.

Where her tears have settled and found peace.

Peace.

Mine.

Her mouth.

Sweeter than I ever imagined.

Softer than I ever dreamed.

Warm.

Welcoming.

Pleading...

Open.

For me.

Begging me to take.

Give.

And I won't deny her. Can't. Don't.

My tongue slips between her parted lips and the taste of her slams into me like a freight train - the force of it so strong that my every sense is compromised. I have no thoughts in my head but that I can't stop. That I won't. No consciousness but of her, molten in my hands and under my mouth. Her fisted hands twisting, pulling me closer. Our lips melted together. Her tongue dancing with mine. Natural. Perfect. Right.

Right, like her in my hands. In my arms that wrap around her now, lift her, carry her away from the hard door. She deserves better. Softer. Gentler.

I carry her to the couch, cradle her trembling body in my arms, willing myself to show her tenderness, not greed. I pull my mouth from hers and trail soft kisses over her face... her eyes, her still-dampened cheeks, the tip of her nose. Her hands grip my neck and she nips at my mouth. My will is again crumbled as she utters one simple, breathless word...

"Please... "

I'm powerless to deny her. I'd give her anything she asked for. My mouth has already answered...

Her soft moans and cries wash over me, the only sounds I hear. Telling me she's not afraid. Begging me not to stop. Not to take it away... just to take. To need. To keep.

Her scent pummels me... strawberries and innocence and Isabella, while the taste of her - like nothing I've ever known - continues to pull me under. Every moment I've fought, every moment I've denied her, myself, us, obliterated in one kiss. One moment of weakness. One moment of need stronger than all of the hours of reason.

One moment of pure peace...

Moments...

Time has ceased to exist.

She is all there is.

Her mouth.

Mine.

Peace...

Until it's shattered...

With the slam of the front door.

xx

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