A/N: I don't own this, we all know who does. If I did, Rpattz would be jumping up and down with me as I freak out and cry at the same time. RoseArcadia made me a blinkie for this. **sniffle** It's so pretty. I linked it on my profile, if it would ever post the right way. :D
This is unbeta'd, so any and all mistakes belong to me. I try to catch them all, but I don't know... :D My kids and Hubs found some old Pokemon game online, they used to play it ages ago. The theme song keeps running through my head... "Gotta catch 'em all..." Ugh. :D
This is for my wifey, Mrs. Robward. She survived the night with the ghosts. I'm very happy about that. :)
Thanks to Luxure & EdwardsBloodType for prereading this. I love them. Truly.
**disclaimer **
This story is a bit taboo. Now June to July. Let's keep in mind that Bella ended things with Edward about mid-April, but she'd been pushing him away for a couple months or so before that. My school Prom's were always in April, so that's what I'm going with. Either way, it's been a while...
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… Chapter Fourteen - Dying … Edward …
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It's the Fourth of July. One year since the first time I kissed you. Since the first time I showed you my feelings.
For weeks you tried to push me away, telling me it was wrong, but I didn't give up.
Luck was on my side when he mentioned the bar-b-que, asking if you'd turned it off.
Your eyes met mine, you gave in. You lied to him. The first of many, but not as many as I wish.
I kissed you, felt you in my car. I came to life that night.
Now I sit on your porch, Leah in my lap, her arms around my shoulders.
She whispers dirty things in my ear. I'm hard for her, but my eyes are locked on you. Across the yard, so beautiful in the sparkling lights that hang in the tree.
He sits at your side, rubbing your feet as your hands trace over your stomach. It's been so long since I've touched you, been with you.
I need it, the connection. I feel like I'm dying. I won't survive losing you.
Leah's hand slips down my chest, between us and grasping at my cock.
"Come on, let's go up to my room. I'm so wet for you, baby," she moans against my cheek.
"Your parents, they'll see. Your dad's scary, babe."
She giggles. "He'll never notice. Come on, let me ride your cock, baby."
I follow her, letting her take me to her bed, lock the door, strip for me.
Her nipples still look like yours. One lick reminds me, they don't taste the same. I close my eyes, choosing to remember what you looked like when you rode me.
I shut off my mind, let my body take over. Show her the love she deserves.
Even though I can't ever give her my heart.
It's yours.
It always will be, no matter what.
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A/N: Ugh. I love the angst. :D
Next chapter later today. I'm posting 4 today, this is number 2. Like I said, review replies are iffy, we'll see.
I need to say, THANK YOU so much for all of the wonderful things you're all saying to me and to your friends and to your twitter and to your Facebook groups. I'm so flattered and humbled by the kindness you've shown me and my naughty smutfest. It makes me giddy to read your reviews and it breaks my heart that I can't reply to them all right away, if at all. Seriously, I'm having a hard time with the no reply thing. This may kill me. :D Anyway, THANK YOU! From the bottom of my black, icy, angsty ridden heart, THANK YOU!
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