A/N: I don't own this, we all know who does. If I did, Rpattz would be washing my dishes right now, 'cause I don't wanna do them. Plus him...wet...oh golly.

This is unbeta'd, so any and all mistakes belong to me. Just the usual, you know.

This is for my wifey, Mrs. Robward. Her drabble fic Might Have Been is for me...just like all the songs she dedicates to me on Twitter. I love that.

Thanks to Luxure & EdwardsBloodType for prereading this. I fear I may have killed them with this. They're awfully quiet...

**disclaimer **

This story is a bit taboo. You'll get more parts of the story with each chapter. :)

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… Chapter Three - Closet … Bella …

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"Shhh, don't talk," I whisper.

You're so loud when you cum, but maybe that's just with me.

Are you loud when you cum for her? Do you cum for her?

I know you've had sex with her, she asked for birth control pills a few months ago.

That was before I knew you, before I wanted you.

Her father doesn't know about you and her. He'd throw you out of the house if he did.

That's unacceptable.

Then I couldn't see you.

And I need to see you. More than this little bit I'm allowed.

"Did you finish?" you ask.

My head shakes, and I see you kneel down in the dark, your mouth level with my bareness.

Your hand finds my thigh, lifts my leg to your shoulder, as your tongue flicks out.

I'm lost in ecstasy, fingers weaving through your hair as I pull you closer, deeper.

"Yeah, more," I whimper.

You don't disappoint. You never disappoint.

I wonder where you learned this.

I wonder if it was with her, with my daughter.

Has she felt your tongue before? Does she cum in your mouth the way I do?

Does she taste like I do?

My body shakes as you push me over the edge. My toes curl. My mouth hangs open, barely holding back a moan.

You stand, pulling me tight against you, kissing me.

I taste myself on your lips, and I want it always.

"I have a ball game this week, are you coming?" you ask, breathless, as your hands rub over my tits.

"Of course."

"My first touchdown's for you."

I'm giddy, like I was in high school, when I met him.

I wish it had been you, but that was years ago. Why couldn't it be now? Why can't I be her?

Your pants are buckled quickly before you leave me alone in the dark closet, stopping by the bathroom to wash my smell from you.

You still have to kiss her goodnight.

What I wouldn't give for that kiss.

I don't go back downstairs, I just go to bed. I can't see you with her, see her love you.

He's there, waiting. His touch doesn't feel like yours, and I picture you when he's on top of me, inside of me.

I wish it was you.

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A/N: Another chapter tonight.

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