A/N: I don't own this, we all know who does. If I did, Rpattz would have made sure I finished and posted this on Friday, when it was KennedyNicoleCullen's birthday. As it was, I spent too much time watching him be all pretty and perfect. Though...I don't regret that. :D
This is unbeta'd, so any and all mistakes belong to me. I suck, and I tried to get it preread, but all my girlies have lives that don't revolve around me. And I'm impatient... :D
This is for my wifey, Mrs.Robward. She likes the same good hair smelling stuff I do. We'd be such good roommates, sharing each others hair stuff. :D
Thanks to Luxure & EdwardsBloodType for prereading this. At least I think they did. Like I said...busy girls. :D
**disclaimer **
This story is a bit taboo. And this outtake is naughty. And LONG. You know I'm wordy. They won't all be this big. :) Welcome to how things all began... :)
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… Outtake One - Birthday … Bella …
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I see you across the room. Standing alone, but with her. With your friends. Happy, smiling, laughing.
I want that. I don't have it. I don't remember the last time I did. If there ever was a time. There must have been, but I can't remember it.
I know your birthday was last week, Leah made you cup cakes. I helped her frost them. Get the green coloring just right. She wanted green for your eyes.
I suggested that.
This church dance has been planned for months, the bitties needing something to focus on, other than gossip. The punch and cookie table looks wonderful. I know your mother's cookies are delicious. I had one.
Or seven.
He is busy keeping up appearances, congratulating senior citizens who have managed to stay alive one more year, quieting down the loud and obnoxious children. He doesn't acknowledge I'm here, other than an occasional glare my way when he spots Leah hanging on you.
There have probably been more than a few glares, but I missed them. I was too busy watching you. Being jealous of her.
You had sex with her on your birthday, she told me. She didn't want to, but she was bleeding after, she had questions. I don't think you were her first, I didn't ask. I don't want to know. What I know already is too much, more than I need. I don't know what to do with it.
You flirt every time you're near me. I know you like me. I've pushed you away, thought it was a silly school boy crush. Last night made me doubt that.
Leah invited you over, to watch television, to hang out. You offered to help me in the kitchen with dessert. Leah thought it was stupid, you were trying to be nice. At least that's what she thought.
I was in the pantry, trying to reach a new bottle of hot fudge, on the top shelf. On my tiptoes I stood, my fingers brushing the edge of the shelf. Suddenly, there you were...behind me. Around me. Enveloping me.
"I'll get that," you whispered, your mouth against my ear, your hand grazing my hip.
The bottle was in your right hand, resting on the shelf. You stood still behind me, your chest pressed against my back. No space between us, tight.
"Edward?" I asked, nervous, unsure.
"You know I like you, right?" you said as your nose traced the shell of my ear.
A breath rushed from my lungs, my hand grabbing at the edge of the shelf in front of me. You couldn't mean it, there was just no way.
"Be realistic, this is just some silly teenage boy crush or a bet or something, right?" I said, my voice soft, shaking.
You paused, a growl sounding from your throat. "No, it's not. Can't you see that? Why do you keep pushing me away, don't you see how much I want you?"
You pushed your hips against my ass. Hardness. Long and hard and forceful. I wondered, what would that feel like? In my hand, in my mouth, in my body? Images of you pushing into me from behind begin to pound through my head, and I had to stop, make myself not think them.
"Leah's my daughter, I'm a married 34 year old woman. What could you possibly want with me? How could this possibly be real for you?" I asked, needing to know, to hear it from you. Hoping you'd tell me it was a mistake, a crush, an error in judgment.
"It's not my fault that I met her first," you said. "I don't want to hurt her, but..." Your hot breath floated across my neck, my eyelids closing at the feel of it. The tingle it caused in me.
It had been so long...so long since I felt that way.
"I don't have the strength, to stay away from you anymore," you whispered, you lips pressing lightly against my skin.
I fought, fought the feelings that were beginning to consume me. To overwhelm me.
"You can't...I don't..."
"What, Bella?" you whispered, your tongue dragging across my goosebumped skin.
"You'll break me." My voice, so soft and quiet, barely more than a whisper. You had to know, I wasn't stable. Wasn't prepared for this. Wouldn't be able to handle it when you finally left me, broke me. And you would...eventually. Once you figured out how much more you should have than me.
Your hands grabbed my hips, spun me around to face you. I couldn't look up, keeping my eyes on your chest instead.
"Bella?" you whispered, lifting my face with your finger under my chin. "I could never hurt you, you know that, right? Please tell me you know that."
Your eyes were so green, so dark and honest and true. I could see myself in them, us. Forever. I wanted it, more than anything. It had been so long since anyone had made me feel that way. That powerful. That vulnerable.
"Please, don't hurt me."
"I'd die first." Your face dipped lower, your nose even with mine, rubbing back and forth.
When your lips touched mine, there was a flash through my body. Warmth, light, lust, joy...home. It was everything I'd been missing, living without. Finally, in that moment, as I pressed my lips harder against yours, felt yours move and suck lightly at mine, I felt loved. Cherished. Wanted.
It was everything. The start of my life. And at the same time, the end of everything I knew. That was the moment it all began for me. And now as I stand here in this room, watching you with her, watching him with everyone, I know what I want.
You.
From the corner of my eye I see him, he glances around before ducking into a doorway, closing the door behind him. I'm curious, and several moments later, with shifting eyes and a smirking smile, his secretary follows his path.
As if I needed any more proof of what he is. Of what they're doing. Of what he thinks he's entitled to get away with. He's such a cheat. A fake. It gives me the shot of courage I desperately need.
I stare at you, waiting until you look my way. My children are all occupied, busy with friends, neighbors, bitties. When you see me, there's no smile on my face, no guilt in my eyes. Only lust. Want. Need.
And you know instantly what I want. My eyes close as I smile, turning toward the door. When I reach it, I look back, checking to be sure you're watching me. To make sure you'll follow me. My teeth press into my lower lip and I pause, catching your eye again, before I slip out the door.
It's dark out, evening, but there are street lights, parking lot lights, exteriors building lights. I follow the sidewalk for a ways, and just as I turn left, toward the back of the building, I see you move through the doorway.
This is really happening.
I jog to the corner, stepping against the wall where I wait for you. My breathing picks up, and not just because of my rush to get here quickly, be ready, waiting for you. Above me is a window, slightly open, and I hear noises coming from it. I know it's his office, and the grunting, groaning, slapping sounds are familiar. He's fucking her. I'm not an idiot.
"Bella?" you say, a little louder than I'd like.
"Shhh," my finger over my mouth. Just like I do when my children are too noisy. I point up, directing your eyes to the open panes of glass. You slow as you approach me, listening. I can see the moment you realize what is happening. Your eyes grow wide, shocked. Then anger fills them.
"Is that him?" you whisper, and I nod. "How can he do this to you? I mean...you, of all people? Doesn't he know what he has?"
You're so close to me, your hand tracing down the side of my face, my cheek.
"He doesn't care anymore."
"I would," you say. Stepping even closer, your forehead presses against mine. Your breath washes over my face, your eyes staring into me.
"Promise?" I ask, needing one more assurance from you.
"Promise."
Your lips are soft, gentle against mine. You know what you're doing. I wonder if you'd consider me a good kisser. It's been so long since he really kissed me. Is it like riding a bike? I mean, they say once you learn, you never forget. I wonder if that's true, and if it's the same with kissing. I hope it is.
You pull away a bit, your lips moving to my cheek, my jaw, my neck. My hand is in your hair, the ends of it tickling my fingers. You grasp at my waist, lifting one hand to my face and turning my head to the side, granting you more access. Letting you deeper into me.
"I'm sorry," I say.
"For what?" you moan as you lick, bite at my skin.
"For not being a better kisser. It's just been such a long time..."
Your mouth against my ear, your breath hot. "He doesn't kiss you?" I shake my head. "He really is an idiot, isn't he?" you say with a laugh.
"I'll get better, I'll try."
You shift back, your eyes meeting mine again. "Bella, I don't think you could ever be a bad kisser. It's more about how two people get along, if they compliment each others kissing styles. And I, for one, think we compliment each other pretty well. Don't you?"
I smile. For being so young, you're so smart. Insightful.
"Come on, I have something for your birthday." I grab your hand that's on my waist, lacing our fingers together before I step away from the building, rounding the corner where it's darker. Quieter. More private. I want away from that window, from anyone walking along and seeing us. I want time with you, even if it's just a few moments.
At the back of the building, I find a break in the low shrubs that line the sidewalk and pull you between them, against the wall. Your back is flat with the siding, your eyes wide and watching me. I move to kiss you, letting my tongue slide across your lips and into your open mouth. The sound emanating from your chest spurs me on, and I push against you, harder, more determined, focused.
After a few minutes of kissing, getting familiar with you, your body, your abilities, my hand moves across your hip, toward the hardness that's pressed against my belly. You stiffen when I palm you, my fingers caressing the softness I feel just under your cock.
"Bella?" you ask, unsure, uncertain.
"Is this okay?" I know you've had sex, so I'm fairly certain this has been done to you before.
"Yeah, if you're sure."
You're big, much bigger than he is, and as my hand slides up and down, I begin to plan out how I'll do this. Leaning back from you, our eyes meet again.
"You want your present?" I ask, my tongue wetting my lips.
"I thought this was my present."
I smirk. "No, not yet."
My hands move to the button on your jeans. As I flick it open, your eyes close. "No way, seriously?" you ask.
"Is it okay?"
You nod, mumbling something under your breath. I can't make out your words, but from the low tone of your voice, I think they must be good.
The zipper slides down easily and I pull apart the two pieces of denim, pushing them away just enough so that I can get to the elastic waistband of your underwear. Glancing down, I watch as your cock springs free of it's confinement, staring in awe at how beautiful you are. How perfect every bit of you is. Every bit that I've seen so far, anyway. And I intend to see every square inch some day.
My fingers wrap around your length, moving up and down slowly, tightly. You moan, swallowing deeply, your neck muscles strained. A bead of precum glistens on the head of you, and my thumb swipes over it, spreading it around your tip. I want to taste it.
Looking at your face once more, I see your head fallen back against the building, your eyes still closed. My hand keeps stroking as I fall to my knees in front of you.
"Bella..."
I look up, your hungry eyes staring down at me.
"Happy birthday," I say, then flick my tongue out to lick you, leaving a long path along the underside of your cock. The salty, bitter taste of cum on the tip is still there, and I wrap my hand around the base of your shaft before wrapping my lips around the head.
You groan louder, and I plunge you into my mouth, you hitting the back of my throat easily, causing me to gag a little. I'm in shock, barely half of you is in me, and I'm already full. He can be fully erect and in my mouth, and I still have room left. Again, I wonder what it would be like to have you buried in my pussy, and the thought makes me feel wild.
Up and down you I move, listening to the sounds you make, feeling your hips flex as you try to slowly, gently pump into me. I watch you, your face as you look at me, then look away, then close your eyes.
"Baby, oh fuck."
I laugh a bit, pleased with what I'm able to do to you. I scrape my teeth along your soft, silky skin, smiling when your fist pounds against the wall.
I can't help it anymore, and I reach down to my thigh, lifting the edge of my dress. My fingers feel the dampness on my panties, and push under the stretchy fabric, rubbing along the pebbled skin there. The sticky wetness makes me feel naughty, bad, and I push circles into the most sensitive part of me.
Sliding up and down your length, I see you notice what I'm doing to myself, and soon your hands are on the back of my head, pulling and pushing as you thrust and pump into me. I want it harder, faster, but you're careful. Even though you're forceful. I trust you, for some reason, though I hardly know you. It feels like I've known you forever. I want to know you forever.
"Oh fuck, fuck, fuck...baby." Words fall from your lips as your dick continues to pass back and forth through mine. "Yes, that feels so good..." My fingers move faster on me, in me, my fist strokes harder, tighter around you. "Take it baby, you dirty girl..." We go and go and go...not able to stop. "Take my cock, suck it." Not wanting to end, ever. "Ah fuck..."
"Bella, oh baby," you say, your words strained. I can feel you tighten, I know you're close. My clit is screaming in exuberance, my stomach muscles beginning to tighten. I want you to cum in my mouth, I want to swallow you. I look up, meeting your eyes one more time. "Oh fuck, I'm close, I can pull out."
I shake my head, clamping down harder on you, and you let out a grunt. A long groan, and I feel hot spurts in my mouth, juices filling my cheeks. I try to swallow fast, but you fill me with both your cum and your dick. I keep my eyes on yours, willing myself to relax, to take you all in for as long I can have you.
My fingers keep circling, twisting and soon I'm exploding. My breath sharp and ragged. I freeze, still swallowing the last few drops of you.
Licking up your shaft, I clean you off, letting you watch my tongue lazily rub against you a few more times. Your fingers, still in my hair, are softly moving, massaging the skin. My hand pulls out of my panties, joins my other hand in lifting your underwear, zipping you back into your jeans.
You help me stand, your hands under my arms, lifting me up. Before I realize what your doing, my fingers are in your mouth and you're tasting me, savoring me. Once you've feasted on every drop of me, you let my fingers fall, then pull my mouth to yours. We kiss, tasting ourselves and the mix of us. It's the sweetest taste of sin and heaven, both at the same time. It's what I want forever and ever. I'll never get enough of you.
Once your clothes are straightened, my knees are brushed off, you hold me. Hug me to you, your heart beat echoing through your chest, into mine. I feel so safe in your arms, so loved and wanted. The thought of letting you go makes my heart hurt, but I know this won't be the end of us. It will be hard, and tricky, and risky, and wrong, but I want it. It's worth it, if I get you when all is said and done. I'll risk anything, everything...for you.
"Are you coming to the Fourth of July bar-b-que next week?" I ask, hoping for another chance to see you.
"I don't know, maybe."
"I'll tell Leah to invite you, I'll find a way for us to slip away, I promise."
Your eyes tell me everything neither of us is saying. You hate this as much as I do, the parting. The leaving. The lying we'll have to do.
"Next time I taste you, okay?" you say, a crooked smile on your face.
"Okay," I answer, pulling your lips to mine for one last kiss. One more before I let you go.
"Thank you, Bella. This was the best birthday present ever,"
I giggle, remembering your face when my lips first wrapped around your cock. "You're welcome. It was my pleasure."
Our fingers lace, connect, touch as you pull away, smiling while you walk backwards. Back to your real life. Away from me.
"Bye, baby," you whisper, blowing me a kiss before you round the corner and leave me alone.
In the silence, I stand against the wall, looking at the forest beyond the parking lot in front of me. A smile consumes my face, and I'm powerless to stop it. I feel 16 again, happy, giddy, light. Completely and totally wicked, sinful. I don't care, I love being with you, I want it always, I need it. Now that I've had a taste of you, I'll never be able to give you up. I'll always crave you, want you, love you.
Smoothing my hair down, I pull a piece of gum from the pack in the pocket of my skirt. Not that he will notice my cum breath, but I do have to talk to people, including my children. I practically float along the sidewalk, back into the church, thinking about the next time I'll be with you. Plotting ideas for us to be alone.
Thinking I need to include pineapple juice and some fruit in my menu...
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A/N: In case you didn't know, what a guy eats, or drinks, affects the taste of his...well...you know. If he eats fruits and vegi's it's supposed to taste sweeter. If he eats meat, potatoes, and starches, it's supposed to be bitter. At the risk of TMI...yeah, my hubs needs to change his diet. :D I'll add a little list to the FB secret group for this story...in case any of you need tips. I may also forward it on to my hubs... :D If you want to be admitted, find me on FB. BeegurlThirteen FanFiction. :)
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