A/N: I don't own this, we all know who does. If I did, Rpattz would be going with me to watch teenage girls play softball tonight, and I'd be singing "Naa-nee-naa-nee-naa-naa" to all of them as they swooned over him and were insanely jealous of me. :D

This is unbeta'd, so any and all mistakes belong to me. I'm sure you're used to my mistakes by now.

This is for my wifey, Mrs. Robward. You know that song "Closer" by Ne-Yo? Yeah, it makes me think of her. :) It also reminds me of the Edward in this story. The whole "I just can't stop" thing...so true...

Thanks to Luxure & EdwardsBloodType for prereading this. They love me. I have no idea why. :D

**disclaimer **

This story is a bit taboo. This chapter is a BIG reason why...

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… Chapter Six - Dugout … Edward …

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I see her after the game, waiting with my friends. I wish she was you.

I know you saw the hickey, I could see it in your eyes when I picked her up this morning. It hurt you.

I'm glad.

You hurt me, too.

All week I've been haunted by the sound of him...having sex with you...grunting and groaning with you.

I didn't hear your voice. Did you like it? Where you under him? Or on top of him?

I never thought about sexual positions until I met you. You taught me.

I used Leah that night. I'm sick about it. It hadn't ever been like that between us before.

I hadn't fucked her since I first kissed you. I couldn't. Until I heard him with you.

"Edward!" she yells. I act like I don't hear her, walking past the group, my head facing the other direction. "Edward!"

I keep walking. I need to get away, I need to see you.

I know you were here, I saw you in the stands. I blew a kiss to you after each touchdown.

I made five for you. The final score of the game meant nothing to me, only you.

Her steps follow me and I hear them getting closer. I turn, ducking into the restroom, knowing there's another exit on the other side of the building.

Hands slap my back as I make my way through, congratulating me on the team's win.

I don't care. I need to find you.

It's dark on the side of the building where I come out, and I run to my car. Parked along the street I see your truck, you're leaning against it.

Dropping my stuff in the trunk, I run across the road, aching to see you. To touch you.

"Bella." My words are soft, quiet. You watch the street, the black underneath us.

We need to hide, before someone sees us. Before she comes looking for me. And I know she will, she knows I'm here. Somewhere.

I grab your hand, pulling you toward the baseball field, and out of sight. The dugouts are quite, vacant, dark.

"I heard you...in the tree house. Is it sick that I wonder if she's as good to you as I am?"

I let out a deep breath, letting my fingers trace along your arm. "I heard you, too. Or him, through the window. That's why I did it. You let him touch you, so I let her touch me. We're even now, right?" I ask.

Your eyes don't hide anything from me. I can see the pain there. The desire, the want, the hurt, the anger...the lust.

"I thought of you the whole time," you whisper, fingers trailing along my jawbone. "I wished it was you."

My eyes slide closed. "I wished she was you. So much."

"I heard...I heard you call her my name."

Looking at you, how close you've gotten to me, I can't stop anymore. "I'm glad."

Pulling your body against mine, my lips are on yours. Pushing, pulling, tugging. Loving.

There's not much time, and I'm glad you wore a dress.

Even gladder when my fingers find no panties underneath.

I sit on the bench, pulling you onto my lap.

My cock is throbbing, crying out for you, and you sink onto me.

I've never felt so complete, content, fulfilled in all my life.

You give and I give right back, promising things I know I can't ever do, can't make happen. I don't care, I want them. With you. Only you.

When it's over, after you've screamed into my shoulder, I let you go. You leave, promising to find me soon.

I watch you walk away, smiling when I see the light glimmer off my cum that's dripping down your leg.

It's disgusting. All of this. My cum, what we did, who we are.

And yet, it's everything to me.

I live for these stolen moments, and I don't think you even realize it.

Yet.

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A/N: And no, Edward did NOT go to the dance. :) He went home to dream about his lady love. Another chapter tomorrow.

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