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Lines on Paper
Emberlyn Ealise

"You lied to me!"

"I didn't lie."

"You sure as hell didn't tell me the truth."

"I did. I swear I did."

"Then why the fuck is Carlisle telling me something else?"

"Because…"

I punch the wall behind her head, hard. "Why? Why did you leave? Why were you naked when they found you? Why are you lying?" I scream into her face and watch as she closes her eyes and cowers. I couldn't care less that I'm scaring the shit out of her. She lied to me, she tried to leave me, she deserves what she gets.

"He doesn't like it when you touch me," she whispers. It's more of a whimper really, coupled with her inability to look me in the eye.

This makes just as much sense to me as all her other lies did. "That's bullshit, Bella. He knows I won't stay away from you no matter what he tells me. No matter how sick you are you should have been the one to make me aware. I'd rather you had never told me then to make up this bullshit. I'm in here because I'm sick, I'm fucked up in the head and I don't function out there like I should. Why would anything you tell me make a difference now?"

She sobs and rubs her nose still looking down but I feel myself closing in on her. "I'm not sick, I didn't lie. He's lying. He told me I had to stay away from you…that you weren't allowed to touch what belongs to him."

Great, now she makes even less sense. "What do you mean 'what belongs to him'? Damn it!" I swear hitting the wall again, "Quit playing these games with me and tell me the truth."

"Carlisle knows I'm not sick but he still makes me see him…" she trails off with pleading eyes but I do not understand where this is going, "He takes me into his office and he makes me do things…" Still, I don't get it. "God, Edward! He makes me touch him and he touches me and kisses me and tells me that if I tell anyone I'll never get out of here. He went too far, and I ran, and I had no clothes…I don't want to be here forever and I don't want to be out there so I do as I'm told and I don't say anything but it hurts so much because I don't want him to touch me," she clarifies, "I only want you."

Just like that she drops the atomic bomb on top of my head and forces her lips to mine in the most feral mixture of fear and passion. I should be doing something, anything but this. I grip her waist in my hands and push back against her with as much strength as I can muster. I want to taste her, touch her, rid her if that acidic doctor that dared to think he could claim what is mine.

She moans against me in a whisper of my name and it kills me that I still cannot force my body to react the way it should. I need to claim her as mine but Carlisle has taken from me that which makes me a man. He has caressed her, felt her heat and flesh around him in ways robbed from me. Now all I'm capable of is rough kisses and hair pulling.

"I want you," she says, rubbing her sex against a numb part of me, "I need you."

Just because I cannot have the release I need does not mean that Bella shouldn't. We're a few hallways away from my room where I'm sure to find Emmett brooding however Bella's room is a quick turn to the left and a few doors down. I've yet to see the inside of the room but as I halt our kisses and lead her in that direction she does not object. Her mind is likely as much of a puddle as mine.

It's barely a minute later when the door closes with me sitting atop her small bed watching her slowly walk toward me. Her sway is as sexy as the models on TV and once I'm within reach she pounces at me causing our bodies to tumble into the bedding. I want to see her, to look into her brown eyes as she smiles down at me with a curtain of hair shielding us from the outside world. But she attacking my neck and nibbling on my ear while I rub my pelvis against her trying to give her the friction she craves.

I wish I knew more about this. I've never been with a woman before. These were things I'd only done in my dreams of…someone else. I can't think about her. Anything is better than the woman who tore my world apart, our world. She was stunning and smart and kind on the surface but with her she brought things I couldn't begin to understand. She ignited a fire in me that consumed me in ways the female now atop me could not. Try as she might she does not hold and candle my first love. Our first love.

"Don't ever stop," she whispers, nails digging into me. I think she's trying to coax an erection out of me but she doesn't say they words. Maybe in one of their 'sessions' Carlisle told her about my problem. I wouldn't put it past him to use it against me that he could do things to her I could not. Make her feel things that I had never made any woman feel.

I cannot take it anymore. I flip her over on the bed to establish my dominance. For a moment she looks terrified that I might be stopping but I remedy that by slipping my hands under her shit and raising in over her breasts. Eyes never leaving mine, she lifts her arms and together we slide it the rest of the way off leaving her bare chest exposed. From this position her breasts are more spread apart than usual but I blame gravity and immediately take one of her nipples in my mouth the way I'd seen in my short phase of porn watching.

She moans and raises her hips just like the other girls did fisting her fingers into my scalp and saying things I was to busy to hear. I've heard men talk about the amazing taste of a woman skin and nipples but this isn't really the case. It's softer than the skin of her neck but it all tastes the same. The only thing that keeps me going is the intense pleasure she is gaining. Despite not identifying her words I love that I'm making her moan and whimper, say things she won't mean in another hour.

Expertly she moves her hand to her other nipple tugging and pinching to feel there what I'm making her feel with my mouth. I take the hint and share my attention between both breasts until she's rocking and withering. The sight is beautiful and I bite a little here and there for my own pleasure.

"Ugh, I need you..." she groans trying to control her body's reaction, "to touch me."

I suck harder on her breast before releasing it with a loud pop and trailing kisses to her jeans before I removed them and her underwear allowing her to be completely naked while I remain dressed. Her body is dainty and beautiful though not like the girls in Emmett's magazines. She's definitely not as trimmed as them but I'm sure that has something to do with the fact that Madame's faculty refuses to allow the females near razors. The sight confirms the notion that I will not be putting my mouth there but I will find her some sort of release.

Slowly I lay my body atop hers once again and I bring my mouth to hers not sure what else to do. She takes my hand and runs it down the length of her torso knowing better than I how her needs must be met. Too soon I could hear her breathing hitch as my fingers came in contact with a nub-like thing below the fur. It isn't really sexy, her breathing and twitching is sexy but the button thing itself doesn't feel sexy or give me any pleasure in touching it. I just keep kissing her and agitating it until she practically has a seizure and tells me to stop.

She pants heavily and is covered in a light sheen of sweat leaving me around 70% positive that she has had an orgasm but it wasn't like in the movies. Maybe there putting something in her food too.

Her eyes are closed as her breathing calms and I snuggle next to her. All signs point to her falling asleep and I'm glad I could give her that above all else. I won't sleep. My mind is in another wing of the hospital with a doctor who needs to be taught the rules about doctor patient relations. As soon as she's fully asleep I'll be dealing with him.

AN: I know I took forever but I've been on a roll with next months creations...forgive me this once and the last two chapters will be up next week.