A/N: This is a continuation of the Dec 9th prompt, as it was just something that popped into my head with today's prompt. It's probably quite scattered, but so is my brain today :P

Penname: kyla713
Creative Original or Derivative Fiction: Derivative

Rating/Warning(s): M

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Prompt: Plot Generator—Idea Completion: New Year's Resolutions

"Fucking hell!" I exclaimed as I collapsed onto his bed, thoroughly spent from the vigorous fucking I had just received.

Edward and I had been messing around for a year, since last New Year's Eve in Rosalie's hot tub; drunk, horny and all alone. Despite the fact that neither of us could stand the other, we definitely knew how to work each other's bodies—and it kept us coming back for more.

However, everything came to a head six months previous, the night before my brother's wedding. After finally giving in to our desires and actually fucked for the first time, the need for my fix on him had only increased. And they'd led to nights such as this; me climbing in his window at three in the morning, waking him up by taking his unfailingly hard cock into my mouth, and then crawling up his body to take him inside me.

Tonight had been different though – he'd been waiting for me. After ravaging my body at midnight, following the New Year's Eve party, where I'd taunted him all night in that short, black dress, I'd expected him to be asleep. But the moment I was through the window, I felt his arm around my waist, his teeth at my neck, and his erection pressed against my ass.

Within seconds, our pants were dropped, my body bent over the side of the bed and he was driving into me relentlessly. I loved it when he fucked me from behind, but this was different. We were still partially clothed, never taking the time to remove our shirts or free our legs from the fabric that pooled at our ankles. And he took me with such reckless abandon, I barely contained my scream as I came harder than any time previous with him.

As I lay there panting in the aftermath, my eyes shot open in realization as he fell beside me and I sprang off the bed.

"You son of a bitch, you just came inside me! What the fuck, Edward!" I hissed as I backhanded his leg, lifting my pants up my body and running into his bathroom.

My brain was fogged and in a panic, unable to believe the carelessness presented by both of us – even within the fucked up situation we'd gotten ourselves into. After taking a few minutes to collect myself, I returned to the bedroom with my arms angrily crossed over my chest. "That can't happen ever again. Do you even realize what you could have done?"

"You're right." His voice was uncharacteristically quiet, and I paused to fully take him in. He was leaning forward with his fingers driven into his hair, his eyes closed and his jaw tight. I swallowed hard; he almost looked angry. Until his hands dropped and his gaze rose to mine, shaking his head. "It can't. I think our New Year's resolution should be to stay as far away from each other as humanly possible."

I stopped breathing and felt my stomach drop out; staring at him as if looking at him long enough would erase what he'd just said. "What?"

"Honestly, Bella, how long can we expect to do this? Driving across town to screw each other's brains out, just for the sake of getting off? It's not like we're right next door anymore, and we're not just a couple of kids anymore either. I live over your brother's garage, for fuck sake," he replied in exasperation, shaking his head. "This isn't good for either of us, and all it takes is one fuck up."

Anger began boiling within me that I never even knew existed, his words stinging more than I ever thought they would. For the first time, I felt dirty and used. "Wouldn't want to knock up your whore, now would you?"

Edward's nostrils flared in response, sneering back at me. "Your words, not mine."

Grabbing my keys from the floor where I'd dropped them as he'd grabbed me, I climbed back out the window and down the ladder, running for my car. I glared up at the dark window as I turned the ignition, quickly pulling away from the curb and heading home. Slamming my hands into the steering wheel and my head back against the seat, I cursed and berated myself as angry tears flowed down my cheeks.

How could I have allowed myself to be so stupid? To let him use me for his pleasure, only to cast me aside when he was finally done with me. Yet, was I any better?

Maybe he was right and this was best. We were grown adults, and needed to start taking some responsibility for our actions. I didn't need him; I didn't even like him. He drove me crazy and made me angrier than anyone I had ever met in my life. He was arrogant and rude. Completely immoral; uncaring that he was screwing his best friend's sister night after night.

So why does it feel like my world is crashing down around me?

Weeks passed, and I still heard nothing. Edward had moved out of my brother's garage apartment and headed up to Seattle, removing any temptation I might have had. But tension still mounted within me until I was finally able to text him with the final severing of any ties between us.

I got it this month. You're safe. Have a nice life.

Things improved when I began dating Riley, one of the guys in the next office building. Regular sex tends to have that effect on a girl. And he was good…really good… but he wasn't quite what I needed. As soon as he'd roll over to fall asleep, I would finish the job myself – with Edward's face in my mind.

And I hated myself more every time.

When Alice announced that she was getting married, I knew it meant trouble. Not only was she my best friend, but Edward's cousin. There would be no way that one of us would be invited and not the other. What exactly could I say? 'Hey Alice, would you mind not inviting one of the closest members of your family so that I won't feel uncomfortable being your maid of honor? I used to fuck him behind everyone's back, and really want to keep it on the downlow, thanks.'

I'd have to face him; there was no way around it.

The strain of the upcoming wedding began to take its toll on my relationship, until it finally dissipated into nothing. And I was right back to square one…lonely and extremely sexually frustrated.

The instant I spotted him from the window as he stepped out of his car, looking impeccable in his black suit and doing nothing to disguise the length of his legs, I felt my knees preparing to buckle. His hair was combed to the side, which I knew wouldn't last long with his habit of running his hands through it. His tongue running over those lips that had touched my skin so many times, causing phantom tingles to course through my body.

Damn it, couldn't he have shaven for his cousin's wedding? I growled internally, as his long fingers rubbed across the trace of scruff lining his jaw as Emmett spoke to him, nodding his head in agreement to whatever was being said.

"Hey, Bella. You realize that it's my job to look that pale, right?" Alice teased, catching my attention and smiling as I looked over at her. "What's going on out there?"

"Oh, nothing," I replied, attempting to calm my voice as I made my way over to her and straightened her veil. "Your cousin just got here. Late, of course."

"Bella…"

"Don't worry. We'll be on our best behavior. We made it through Rose and Emmett's wedding without killing each other, right? And we actually had to walk down the aisle together."

I watched her shoulders noticeably relax as she nodded, taking her bouquet in her hands and drawing in a deep breath. "Oh God, I didn't think I'd be this nervous."

Reaching for my own bouquet, I grasped her free hand with my own, giving it a gentle squeeze. We walked out of the room toward the doors leading into the church, and the moment I stepped through them, I spotted him right away. My eyes met his briefly in passing, but just as quickly looked away as I took my place at the alter.

Throughout the ceremony, I could literally feel his eyes burning into my back, the warmth filtering over my skin as if he could see right through me. The minutes ticked by like hours before we finally made our way outside, where I immediately ducked into the limo, short of breath.

Just a few more hours, and then he'll be gone again. All of our close friends are now married, or have no intention to be. No other big events to attend for anyone else that can't be decline with a polite decline. I'll never have to see him again.

Glass after glass of champagne flowed down my throat, yet, I barely felt a thing. His eyes occasionally locked on mine, but we continued to remain on opposite sides of the room for a majority of the evening while the reception whirled around us.

"Bella?" I heard his voice as I tipped back another flute of the bubbly fluid, slowly lowering it to find his green eyes directly in front of me. "Would you like to dance?"

I looked away to set my glass on the table beside me and shook my head. "I don't think that would be such a good idea. Seeing as that would mean you couldn't remain as 'far as humanly possible' away from me and all."

I brushed past him, heading for the exit and stepping out into the hallway, taking a steadying breath. The door burst open a moment later, and my head shot up to find Edward standing there. His gaze was intense and he took two quick steps toward me, driving his fingers into my hair at my neck and sealing his lips roughly to mine. My entire being responded to him immediately, my hands clinging to his back almost in desperation.

I hated him. I hated the way he made me feel, and how I wanted him. I hated how weak I became for him. And I definitely hated the fact that he could easily bend me to his will again, even after all this time.

We made our way down the hall toward the changing room, locking the door behind us before his body pressed mine against it. His hands hastily worked to lift my skirt and slide my lace panties off, as mine endeavored to unbuckle his belt and open the front of his pants.

I'd just wrapped my legs around his waist when I felt him thrust inside me and heard a deep groan rumble in his chest. My fingers tightened in his hair as his hips moved frantically against me, and he kissed me hard and rough.

He felt just as I'd remembered him, better even. Smelled just as good. Invoked sensations within me that only he could. Damn him.

He knew every breath, every beat of my heart that would tell him exactly when my orgasm was right on the brink of claiming me. And his hand gripped my thigh, inching it up along his side and thrusting harder into me.

"Don't you dare come til I do," I hissed, his lower lip between my teeth.

"Shit, Bella… been too long…"

"Not yet… almost… fuck!" I growled, biting into his shoulder to muffle my cries as my body shuddered in orgasm.

A loud moan rumbled in his throat as my teeth barely refrained from piercing his skin, and I felt him release inside me a moment later. I'm breathless as he continues to lean into me, motionless as we both regained our footing.

"What about the resolution?" I whispered softly, gradually releasing his hair from my hold.

"Who do you know that actually holds to those past the first week of the New Year? This has to be some sort of a record." We both released an uncomfortable chuckle, finally opening our eyes to look at each other. "I've missed you, Bella."

Our lips were just about to touch again when a loud thudding sounded from the other side of the door. "Hey, you two. You might want to get your asses back into that reception hall, they're about to cut the cake."

I felt my skin burning as my brother's voice echoed through, my eyes wide as saucers. There was no way I could walk out there and face him.

"Honestly, Bells. Did you think I never once saw your car outside?"

Edward's gaze snapped to mine, the horror mirroring my own.