A/N: I don't know why these two won't leave my head. But this is Dec 9th and Dec 28ths storyline, and then some, from Edward's POV.

Penname: kyla713
Creative Original or Derivative Fiction: Derivative

Rating/Warning(s): M

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Prompt: Word Prompt: Morning

My fingers firmly gripped the balcony railing I leaned back on, and I felt the warm sea breeze gusting softly against my neck. Yet, my eyes wouldn't move from where they'd been all night long.

Lying on her stomach with the white sheet tangled around her legs and resting low on her waist, Bella was still sleeping peacefully. Never in my wildest dreams would I have ever imagined her still in my bed on any given morning, let alone driving nearly a thousand miles just to see me.

Following our encounter at my cousin's wedding, we'd both implored Emmett to keep his knowledge to himself until Bella and I could figure the whole mess out for ourselves. I'd completely expected him to beat the living shit out of me for fucking around with his baby sister, but instead he rolled his eyes and told us that we needed to do a better job at covering it up if we didn't want my sister, Rose, to find out.

And I knew I didn't. At least not until I could make sense of it all. She would beat the shit out of me; I had no doubt about that.

For so many years, I despised the woman in my bed at that moment. She'd been a snarky, uptight know-it-all throughout our entire childhood, the complete opposite of her friendly, outgoing brother, Emmett. It seemed the only thing they shared in common was a closet.

When she'd developed into a beautifully curved, sexy woman, I'd never know—having hidden for years beneath baggy jeans and t-shirts at least six sizes too big.

So when she arrived at that New Year's Eve party nearly two years before in that tight, deep purple dress, my brain and my dick apparently decided to part company. The more I tried to remind myself that I hated this girl, the harder I became.

As the party began to die down—with everyone passing out or leaving—before long, it was just me and her… and my raging hard on. I may have groaned just a little too audibly when she began to peel off her dress, revealing a bikini underneath of the exact same shade, but I was too drunk to care.

She dropped the dress to the floor and walked toward the hot tub, her hips swaying with the movement and I took another long drink from my bottle. However, I couldn't rip my eyes away from the way the shade of her suit contrasted with her pale, flawless skin before she slipped her heels off at the edge of the tub and stepped into the steaming water.

I'd stopped trying to figure out how I ended up in that tub with her. It was simple; I was drunk and I was horny, and so was she.

But then we'd become insatiable, without ever really fucking. Bella's lips around my cock was the most amazing feeling, and even I couldn't deny that it was a beautiful sight as well. And it pissed me off that I wanted her as much as I did, that I felt jealousy raging through me when she flaunted her escapades with other men in front of me—which always led me to her window at midnight.

Yet, when I heard the name Mike Newton fall from her lips, something inside me snapped. He'd been wanting to fuck her since high school, even sucking up to her brother for a chance to get between her legs.

I may be no Prince Charming, but I'm not the complete douchebag that Mike Newton is either.

I fought fire with fire, watching her brown eyes go almost black as I stared right at her when I told the entire room about the head I'd gotten from Angela the night before. I'd fibbed just a little; Angela wasn't nearly as innocent as she led everyone to believe. She definitely knew what she was doing, and had no qualms about telling me to drop the pretenses of a 'date' next time – she only did 'friends with benefits' arrangements. No commitments.

But as good as she felt with both her mouth around me and then finally riding me in the back seat of my car… she wasn't Bella. Her lips weren't nearly as full, her sounds not nearly as sultry. I hadn't envisioned her body lowering onto mine and fucking me to oblivion in my mind a million times.

No sooner had I dropped her off and gone home to take a shower, I was in Bella's room with her in front of me, on her knees.

But the night before Emmett's wedding was like nothing I'd ever felt before. The need to touch her and claim her was so strong, it completely consumed me. We taunted and teased as she came against my fingers, then dropped to her knees and began sucking my cock. And I knew the moment she began taking me into her throat, that it wasn't going to be enough for me that night.

So we fucked. Hard. And I kissed her; finally, after all that time, I felt her lips against mine and they were just as intoxicating as her body. I was in dangerous territory and I knew it, but I couldn't be brought to care as she moaned and writhed and fucked me back.

And so opened the can of worms that led to that ridiculous New Year's resolution. My need for her only increased in the six months that passed between Emmett's wedding and the next New Year's Eve party. I'd watched her all night in that fucking black dress, the way it flowed around her thighs and hugged around her breasts; I wanted to pull her out back and take her against the house. But I waited until she left around eleven, giving me a knowing look, and then made the drive to her house and fucked her in that same black dress that had been driving me crazy all night.

I knew I had gotten in way over my head with her when I drove home, and I was still hard and aching for her. I jerked off in the shower and even that only abated it for an hour. It was obvious that there would be no sleep for me until I had her again—so I waited for her until three.

The instant I had her in my arms, my body shifted into autopilot. I fucked her harder than any time previous, without any thought or caution. Came inside her without warning—and definitely deserved more than the smack on the leg I'd received from her.

We were a lethal combination, and I knew it. Neither of us would be able to sustain a normal, healthy relationship with anyone else as long as we remained addicted to each other this way.

I tried to leave, to put enough miles between us that the distance would eliminate any purpose to seeing each other. By the time either of us reached where the other was, it would be pointless and not worth the trip at all.

And though it worked for its intended purpose, it had all been in vain the moment I spotted her coming down that aisle at Alice's wedding. I was beginning to doubt that there was a single color that the woman couldn't wear and not look fucking amazing, as she passed by me in that turquoise dress.

Before I knew it, we were in that dressing room with her legs around my waist and my cock buried deep inside her. Six months of avoiding temptation completely negated. We'd lost none of the fire together, all of the need and want still there.

With one major difference.

"I've missed you, Bella," I whispered as I gazed into her eyes, my forehead resting against hers.

Honesty. Pure, unfiltered, non-cryptic honesty.

Until, of course, Emmett knocked on the door and broke the moment, neither of us able to wrap our heads around the fact that we had just fucked with her brother on the other side of the door. Or the fact that he'd just called both our asses out on something we thought was just between us.

I returned to Seattle that night without another word to Bella, and began making arrangements the following morning to head down to California. Putting over a hundred miles between us hadn't worked in the long run, so I just needed to add more.

Yup, that had worked too, I thought sarcastically as I shook my head, watching her bare back fall and rise with each breath. Only this time, she had come down here to me, banged on my front door with tears in her eyes, and smacked me across the face when I finally opened the door.

"Quit running away from me, asshole!" she snarled through clenched teeth, before stepping toward me quickly and wrapping her arms around my neck, her lips crashing against mine. "I can't give you up."

My hand drove into her windblown hair, while my other arm gripped around her waist as the kiss grew fierce and rough. Her fingers grasped the front of my shirt and pulled me into the closest room, which happened to be the living room, breaking the kiss only long enough to begin removing our clothes.

We fucked on the couch. On the floor. Against the banister of the stairs. Before finally making it to my bed, thrusting and clawing at each other until we were both completely spent and fell asleep.

I'd awoken as the first hint of sunlight began invading the room, causing me to curse as it glared right in my eyes. The shifting beside me caused them to open and look beside me, finding Bella still asleep beside me. I carefully slipped out of bed and grabbed a pair of loose pants from my dresser, and I'd been standing out on that balcony ever since.

Bella deserved better than this, better than me. She deserved someone who completely adored her, who would make love to her and marry her and give her dozens of beautiful babies. She deserved an intelligent, competent man, not a high school dropout, living off the inheritance from his dead parents.

But as much as I wanted to continue hating her as I had nearly all my life, it was clear after the night before, it just wasn't gonna happen. Bella made me feel the way no other woman ever had, no matter how many I'd been with.

Despite everything, I felt needed. Wanted. Truly desired.

Slowly making my way back inside, I crawled back onto the bed, brushing my lips against the small of her back and working my way up her spine. By the time I reached her shoulder, her eyes were still closed but a smile hinted at her lips.

"Morning," I whispered against her skin, kissing along her neck.

Bella's eyes opened slightly, brushing her fingers gently along my jaw as she gazed up at me. "Morning."

Her voice was groggy and still heavy with sleep, but her body turned beneath me and her arms slid around my back. Her cheek was still warm and flushed from where it had rested on the pillow as I brushed the backs of my fingers against it. "I don't want you to leave."

Bella raised an eyebrow and took my lower lip between hers, pulling me closer. "I didn't just drive over a thousand miles for a quick lay, and turn around and go back."

"Or three or four," I mumbled against her lips, at which she groaned, pushing me away and rolling out of bed.

"God, you always have to be such an ass, don't you? Makes me wonder why I even bothered," she muttered under her breath as she stormed across the room to my dresser, pulling out a t-shirt and pulling it over her head. I sat up and gazed at her curiously, to which she rolled her eyes. "If you think I'm walking around this dump naked, you're out of your damn mind."

I slid across the bed quickly, racing toward the door before she could slip out of it and pushed it closed. "Why did you?"

Bella's eyes shot up to mine and then quickly lowered again. "I already told you. I was tired of you running away all the time."

"Okay," I replied slowly, leaning back against the door. "Why?"

"What are you, three years old? Why, why, why?" she retorted in an annoyed tone, but never lifted her gaze to mine and folded her arms around herself. She mumbled indistinctly under her breath and shifted uncomfortably, leaning back against the wall beside me and turning her face away from me.

"What?" I mocked in a whisper, leaning my ear closer to her.

Bella sighed heavily and pursed her lips, turning to look at me again. "Fine, I missed you, too! Happy now, jackass?"

My eyes widened in surprise; not at her words, but the fact that she had just screamed in my ear and it was now ringing. Slowly, the meaning behind her statement began to settle into my brain and my gaze moved back to hers. "You did?"

"Yeah, I did," she replied in a much gentler tone, but still keeping a slight distance from me.

I reached for her arm and pulled her toward me, sealing my lips over hers and wrapping my arms around her waist. Her hands clasped my face as I lifted her from the floor and carried her back to the bed, falling back onto it with her on top of me. "We are so fucked."

Bella sat up, pulling the shirt from her body again and nodding. "Yes, we definitely are," she whispered breathlessly, capturing my lips again and rolling me on top of her. "Completely fucked."

Hope you all have a wonderful and safe New Year *hugs to all*