Juliamine won this outtake in The Fandom Gives Back. It occurs in Chapter 22, and I have included flashbacks from that chapter (italicized) to help jog your memory.

Chapter 22

"We aren't stopping at your house?" Bella asked, looking over at Edward.

He checked his mirrors before pulling out onto the highway. He shifted gears and the Volvo purred as it increased speed. Safely in his desired lane, Edward looked over at her and smiled. "No. Too risky. Could get caught by my jailor."

"Your father isn't that bad," Bella laughed. She began pulling off her sweatshirt but her hair got caught in the hood. She heard Edward say something but couldn't make out the words.

Bella tugged harder and then she felt Edward's hand on her stomach. She jumped, prepared for his usual tickling, but he simply helped pull the sweatshirt off. By the time they got it off, Bella was flushed.

She smoothed down her hair and then shifted in the passenger seat so she could watch him drive. "Thanks. What did you say?"

"I said, he was in rare form this weekend," Edward repeated, his mouth set in a grim line. He didn't want to think of his father or the new rules he had implemented. He didn't want to think of his mother, or how much of a disappointment he was to her. He didn't want to think of Jessica and the product of his stupidity which was growing inside of her.

Edward just wanted to think of Bella. His Bella.

"Did you do something bad?" Bella asked, teasing him.

Edward smiled. It wasn't a real smile, but it wasn't an entirely fake smile, either. He knew Bella could sense how much stress he was feeling and she was doing her best to alleviate it. "Not yet. But I might tonight."

Bella shivered at the predatory look he gave her. Edward obviously noticed, because his mouth pulled up into a smirk. She blushed and he looked back at the road.

"Okay," she said, switching tactics. "Tell me where we're going."

He laughed and shook his head. Ever since Bella agreed to ditch with him she had been badgering him for details. The trip was spur of the moment, but since the time they decided to take it, he had been perfecting the details. It only took him five minutes on the phone to make the necessary reservations.

"I'll guess. Will you tell me if I guess correctly?" Bella wheedled.

Edward pretended to think. "Hmm, no. But I'll tell you if you take off your shirt."

"Edward!" Bella admonished, smacking his arm.

He laughed again and felt some tension leave his shoulders. It was nice to be with Bella. Around her, he could just be himself and not have to worry about anything. She knew his secrets, she knew him, and she still wanted to be with him.

Except...now she didn't know all of his secrets. Edward abruptly stopped laughing and anxiety began creeping up his spine. It was time for Bella to know the truth. Regardless of how wonderful their getaway was, and he was sure it would be amazing, he was going to have to tell her the truth.

"Stop disappearing," Bella said lightly. She reached up and smoothed his hair back. It was a wreck, as usual.

"I'm not," he promised. "I'm right here."

"You better not get crabby," Bella threatened.

Edward looked at her and raised an eyebrow. "Or what?"

"Or..." Bella trailed off, thinking. She grinned. "Or I won't be taking my shirt off!"

"Well, in that case!" Edward said with wide eyes, mocking her. "I'll be on my very best behavior, Miss Swan."

Bella huffed at his teasing. She slunk down in her seat and eyed the road around them. It was pretty much deserted. Her fingers played with the hem of her shirt for a minute, then she reached up and yanked it over her head.

"Bella!" Edward gasped.

She giggled and slid down lower in her seat. She still had her bra on. Edward looked positively scandalized, which was ridiculous. He had seen her topless, for goodness sake! "Come on, now you have to tell me!"

"What?" Edward asked absently, his eyes flickering back and forth from the road to Bella's chest.

Bella felt a rush of arousal at the way Edward's eyes lingered on her body. She watched him rub his stomach in that distracted way and longed to touch him herself. He was always the one to initiate physical contact. Maybe she'd have to change that.

"Ummmm," Bella murmured, trying to remember what she had said to him. She vaguely registered the husky timbre of her voice. "Uh...oh! I took off my shirt, so now you have to tell me where we're going."

"No way. The bra has to come off, too, for that," Edward informed her.

"You never said that," Bella scowled.

"Okay...maybe just let me cop a feel, then," Edward negotiated.

"You better keep your eyes on the road," Bella advised. "You're getting pretty close to that line."

"Don't you worry about my driving," he said in a low voice. "I can multitask. Now what's it gonna be? The bra off or I get to cop a feel?"

"You tell me where we're going and then I'll let you cop a feel," Bella suggested.

Edward quickly shifted lanes, and then hit the brakes so he could cut across two lanes. Bella clutched the dashboard with one hand and craned her neck to see where he was going. She squealed when she realized he was turning off the highway and heading for the rest stop.

"What are you doing?" Bella asked frantically. She scrambled for her shirt and pulled it over her head..

"Leave it off," Edward grinned. "We're finding somewhere to park and then I plan to take advantage of this deal."

"What do you mean?" Bella breathed, shocked; but her blush told Edward that she knew exactly what he meant.

"Edward!" Bella hissed. "We can't - we can't do anything out here!"

He laughed and glanced over at her. She was still smoothing out her shirt. "Why are you whispering?"

Bella finished messing with her top and sat back in the seat, ignoring him. She really didn't believe that Edward was pulling over so they could fool around. He was probably just saying that to get her flustered. He loved getting her flustered.

The Volvo slowed down as he merged into the exit lane. She began to panic a little.

"So, what?" he asked, his voice cocky. "You're a tease now?"

Bella turned to glare at him, secretly enjoying this banter. "I am not a tease, and you know it."

"Yeah? Why don't you take that shirt off again?" Edward challenged.

Edward bypassed the most convenient parking lot, where he would have parked if he wanted to run inside and grab something to eat or use the restroom. Bella's heart began to speed up and she felt a thrill run through her. Was he serious?

"I don't believe this," she said, positive her cheeks were pink now.

He drove around the rest center. There was a slightly smaller parking lot behind the building, most likely for employee parking and overflow. Edward parked in the furthest corner and leaned back in his seat, looking at her expectantly. "I believe it's time for me to cop a feel."

Bella twisted in her seat and gazed out of the window. They were far enough from the building that no one would be able to see anything...but they were far away enough that anyone looking would know they were up to something.

When she twisted back, Edward was right there and he grabbed her chin, yanking her into a frantic kiss. His mouth muffled her squeak of surprise and Bella was astonished at the heady wave of arousal that slammed through her.

His other hand released her shoulder and dropped down to skim across the front of her t-shirt. Bella thrust her chest forward and Edward cupped one breast, squeezing it gently. She felt her nipples harden, and judging by Edward's pained moan, he did, too.

He pulled away, breathing hard. "Come here. Get on me."

Bella kneeled on the front seat and awkwardly hovered over the center console. Even if she straddled his lap, her ass would be leaning right on the horn.

"The back-seat," she said breathlessly. Bella climbed into the back-seat, cursing when she hit her head on the dome lighting. Edward took the easy way out, using the doors.

They squished into the backseat, Edward on top of Bella, but he was too big and his legs hung out of the car.

Edward could barely control himself. It was as if he hadn't touched her in weeks, which honestly was not far from the truth. He wracked his mind, trying to remember the last time he had been able to touch Bella so freely, but then Bella slipped him some tongue and his mind went fuzzy.

His body throbbed with the need to bury itself inside of her. After everything they had been through recently, he needed her more than ever. He needed Bella.

Somewhere, in the back of his fuzzy mind, a troublesome thought nagged at him.

This could be it.

This might be the last time he had the opportunity to touch Bella so freely. Once he told her the truth, once Bella knew his terrible secret - she would be done with him. Anxiety and fear gripped Edward's already racing heart, but now wasn't the time for that. He shoved it all away and instead poured his emotions into Bella.

He kissed her, hard and sloppily, too eager and needy to care about things like form and patience. She mewled and one hand threaded into his hair, tugging urgently. Edward groaned at the added sensation and used his mouth and then the pressure of his hips to make her feel just as love drunk as he did.

In the distance, they could hear sounds of the highway, and that only spurred on their violent impatience.

"Bella," he growled, feeling her hands on his lower back, dipping below the waistband of his jeans.

She hooked one leg over his body, forcing him to grind against her. Edward hissed, way too close to losing it, and twisted out of her embrace.

"What are you doing?" she cried, sitting halfway up to grab him.

He kneeled between her legs and quickly ran a hand through his hair, shoving it back. His green eyes were wild, almost frantic, and Bella leaned back to watch him.

His hands - those huge, usually adept hands - went straight to the front of her jeans and fumbled with the button. Bella shifted her hips, pushing them up to give him more room to work.

"What the fuck," Edward cursed. He leaned forward, his fingers practically trembling.

Bella saw the moment that his concentration snapped. He grabbed the fabric of her jeans in both hands to rip them and Bella moved quickly, slapping his hands away before he ruined them. She unbuttoned the jeans and Edward yanked them and her panties down simultaneously.

He didn't even bother getting both legs out of the jeans, only one, and Bella found his impatience to be catching. Soon she was inching forward and spreading her legs even further apart. She stared at the front of his jeans, marveling at the impressive bulge and licking her lips in anticipation.

When she realized that Edward wasn't moving, Bella looked up at his face. He was staring at the juncture between her legs so intently that she slammed them back together.

"What?" she whispered, horrified, her face aflame with heat.

He looked at her, blankly at first, and then quizzically. He reached for her knees and shook his head, then gently parted them. Edward glanced to his right, out of the rear window, then moved back out of the car and dropped to his knees on the pavement. He grabbed Bella by her bare hips and pulled her forward, until he could drape her legs over his shoulders.

"Oh, God," Bella whimpered. She wanted to cover her eyes and look away, but she was transfixed by the highly erotic sight of Edward's face between her thighs.

He barely spared her another glance. Edward let his stubbly cheek rub gently against the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. She wriggled around, subconsciously trying to get his mouth exactly where she wanted. She let out another whimper, nearly crazy with desire.

Edward acquiesced, too desperate himself to tease her at all, and within seconds his mouth was firmly attached to her. Bella arched against him, practically convulsing already. Her body was wound too tightly and her fingers dug into the plush seats.

"Edward, if you don't...oh, God, Edward," she whispered, biting her lip. Her husky voice made his cock twitch.

He felt her leg muscles straining beneath his hands and knew she was close. Edward flicked his tongue harder, and then switched to a soft suction. Bella's hips jerked violently and he increased the suction until she came apart in his arms, rocking against him and nearly weeping with her release.

Edward stood up and looked to his right again. Bella couldn't move. She felt so good, almost boneless. She stared at him in awe; Edward constantly made her feel things that she didn't even know existed.

He shoved his jeans down his hips and his erection sprang up, hitting his stomach. She reached for him but Edward shook his head.

"I need you," he said hoarsely. Edward put one knee on the seat and leaned forward, gripping his swollen flesh. "Jesus, Bella, I can't - I've never felt like this."

"Hurry, hurry," she chanted. Already she could feel the familiar haze of lust swallowing her up.

Edward held himself above her and closed his eyes, obviously trying to keep some sort of composure. She wanted to make it easier for him.

"Edward," Bella said. He opened his eyes and looked at her. "I want it hard. As...as hard as you can."

His breathing abruptly sounded harsher and he nodded jerkily. Without another word, Edward lowered his body so his burning skin pressed against hers. He kissed her throat once and then grabbed his throbbing dick, guiding its length slowly, torturously, inside of her. Time stood suspended as he paused, buried completely inside of her.

She wound her arms around his neck and Edward groaned as he slowly pulled out, just to slam back into her. She inhaled sharply and his muscles trembled as he stilled yet again, looking down at her.

"I'm okay," she assured him. He nodded tightly.

He began thrusting in and out, deeper and harder, until his body was a blur of fluid motion and Bella couldn't tell where she ended and he began. Her sensitive flesh began to respond again, ready for more pleasure. Her hips rose to meet his and the added friction had Edward exhaling through his teeth.

"Are you close?" he asked, his voice tight.

She nodded and watched him eagerly. Bella loved to watch Edward when he finally lost control. It was so rare to see him like that in any situation, let alone this one - because she was usually too busy losing it herself to pay attention.

He reached above her with one hand to steady himself, and then Bella felt the steady pace of his hips shift into a faster, more erratic one. His back muscles hardened under her hands. The world around them began to narrow as Bella felt her orgasm approaching, hovering just beyond reach.

"Please," he panted.

The clear desperation in his voice was too much, and it pushed Bella over the edge. Her muscles seized up as the hot ripples of pleasure fanned through her. She twisted and jerked as the overwhelming orgasm took complete control of her body. Strangled noises got stuck in her throat and Bella gripped Edward's shoulders for support.

Edward froze at the first tremors of Bella's orgasm. Her body arched against him as the ripples turned into contractions, which squeezed his sensitive flesh to the point of near pain.

He grunted, still trying to control himself, but it was too much. His muscles bunched up even as they trembled, and resisting became futile. Edward gave himself over to the intense, severe pleasure. Bella locked her arms around him and hugged him tightly as he came, groaning loudly and pumping into her jerkily.

Bella loved that he was so spent that he collapsed on top of her.

Edward turned his head to the side so he could listen to Bella's racing heart beat. Her chest rose and fell with each breath, mirroring his. They were completely in synch.

The glow from his orgasm quickly retreated, replaced by a heavy cloud of anxiety. He dreaded the upcoming conversation with Bella. She would never look at him the same. She would never touch him the same, or talk to him the same way...but worst of all, Bella would never love him the same. He didn't want to lose any of that, not when they had just gotten it all back.

He messed up. He messed up terribly, and if Bella didn't forgive him, he got what he deserved - but he wouldn't - couldn't - live without her.

"How do you do that to me?" he whispered, brushing a lock of hair away from her face.

Bella smiled sleepily. "Mmmmm. I don't know, but you do it to me, too."

He kissed her softly, deeply, and then pulled out and stood up. He tried to inconspicuously pull his pants up. Bella yawned and stretched, adoring the luxurious ache in her muscles.

"Come on," Edward said, holding out his hand. "Get in the front seat and move it back. You can sleep the rest of the way."

Bella raised her hips and pulled her jeans up before taking Edward's hand, internally smirking at the hungry way he eyed her.

"Are you going to tell me where we're going, now?" she chirped, her voice hopeful. She grinned confidently. "I think I earned it."

He pulled her in for another kiss. "It's a surprise. I hope you'll like it."

Bella's playful expression sobered. "Whatever it is, Edward...whatever you need to tell me, you don't have to worry. Nothing can change the way I feel about you."

Edward nodded and looked away, avoiding Bella's searching eyes. For he had done the one thing, the single thing in the entire world, that could change the way Bella felt about him.

He knew, beyond a doubt, that his time with Bella was limited. They had the next twenty-four hours together, just the two of them, and it was time for him to divulge the darkest and most significant secret of his young life to her.

Twenty-five minutes later, Edward pulled back onto the highway.

Bella pushed her seat back down as far as it went and twisted onto her side. She fell asleep quickly, and with a drowsy smile on her face.

The cocky smile on his face was well-earned. After two knee-weakening, toe-curling orgasms, Bella was all blushes and smiles and kisses. She forgot all about their secret destination, which worked out nicely for him.

With Bella asleep, the car soon began to feel lonely. In hopes of staving off any deep thinking, Edward turned on Debussy. The music failed to calm him, though, and soon the increasingly familiar anxiety began to take over his mind.

The next twenty-four hours might be the last that he was allowed to touch Bella, to smell her and kiss her and whisper in her ear. Without Bella, his life would be shit. He didn't want a world without her, but he owed her the truth.

Edward's heart twisted. The truth was going to rip them apart, but it was time.

One more outtake to go - Squalloogal's!

There is a third outtake - "Lean on Me" - which was written for the Haiti Compilation. It's short but some people felt it explained Edward a bit more. It will not be posted.

LUNA