This one is more OOC, definitely not in the canon realm, but something I really wanted to write. I was always craving more of a strong response from Edward or Bella after the tent scene in Eclipse – it was a strange dynamic, and I would've felt guilty if I was Bella. I thought this scenario is pretty hot.

Eclipse – Monster

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"Did it make the top ten?" Jacob asked with perverse enjoyment.

"Possibly."

Jacob smiled and closed his eyes.

"But," Edward went on, "if I had been able to take your place last night, it would not have made the top ten of the best nights of my life. Dream about that."

Jacob's eyes opened into a glare. He sat up stiffly, his shoulders tense.

"You know what? I think it's too crowded in here."

"I couldn't agree more."

I elbowed Edward in the ribs — probably giving myself a bruise.

"Guess I'll catch up on my sleep later, then." Jacob made a face. "I need to talk to Sam anyway."

He rolled to his knees and grabbed the door's zipper.

Pain crackled down my spine and lodged in my stomach as I abruptly realized that this could be the last time I would see him. He was going back to Sam, back to fight the horde of bloodthirsty newborn vampires.

"Jake, wait —" I reached after him, my hand sliding down his arm.

He jerked his arm away before my fingers could find purchase.

"Please, Jake? Won't you stay?"

"No."

The word was hard and cold. I knew my face gave away my pain, because he exhaled and half a smile softened his expression.

"Don't worry about me, Bells. I'll be fine, just like I always am." He forced a laugh. "'Sides, you think I'm going to let Seth go in my place — have all the fun and steal all the glory? Right." He snorted.

"Be careful —"

He shoved out of the tent before I could finish.

"Give it a rest, Bella," I heard him mutter as he re-zipped the door.

I listened for the sound of his retreating footsteps, but it was perfectly still. No more wind. I could hear morning birdsong far away on the mountain, and nothing else. Jacob moved in silence now.

I huddled in my coats, and leaned against Edward's shoulder. We were quiet for a long time.

"How much longer?" I asked.

"Alice told Sam it should be an hour or so," Edward said, soft and bleak.

"We stay together. No matter what."

"No matter what," he agreed, his eyes tight.

"I know," I said. "I'm terrified for them, too."

"They know how to handle themselves," Edward assured me, purposely making his voice light. "I just hate missing the fun."

Again with the fun. My nostrils flared.

He put his arm around my shoulder. "Don't worry," he urged, and then he kissed my forehead.

As if there was any way to avoid that. "Sure, sure."

"Do you want me to distract you?" He breathed, running his cold fingers along my cheekbone.

I shivered involuntarily; the morning was still frosty.

"Maybe not right now," he answered himself, pulling his hand away.

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"No, it's just . . ." I sighed. "I'm sorry."

"For what?"

I almost laughed at his surprise. "Last night?"

"Oh, that."

"What else?"

"Don't apologize. It wasn't your fault – it's mine. I should have picked a site lower down. Or packed you better clothes." He shook his head, looking away. His eyes hardened with quick fury. "And then your talking space heater wouldn't have been necessary."

"He does need to learn to shut up sometimes, doesn't he?"

"Did you hear?" he asked, uneasy. "What we talked about?"

"Some of it," I admitted. I heard Edward telling Jacob why he left me, and how much it had hurt him. I also heard him reprimanding Jacob for his inappropriate thoughts, of which I could only imagine. I thought for a moment about what Edward would have seen in his head, and shuddered. I also thought about how it made him feel about me. Did it make him want me more, in order to claim his territory? Or did it turn him off from me, seeing Jacob have those feelings? Did it make him jealous?

"It took everything in me not to rip his head off. Literally."

I frowned. "Thank God for your self-control."

He shrugged doubtfully. "I can always slip up."

"You can?" I wondered. "Really?"

I looked up at him, his face close to mine. Seizing the opportunity, I switched from sitting cross-legged to on my knees, sliding my arms around his neck.

He rolled his eyes, but pulled me into his lap. "You know very well that I'm dreadfully capable of slipping up." His arms tightened. "Especially in this capacity."

I grinned. "You don't always have to be so careful, you know."

"Don't I? I thought you didn't want any distractions."

"I don't deserve it," I muttered. "After putting you through that last night. But . . . maybe you do."

I crushed my mouth to his, too roughly. He reciprocated, his lips moving in time with mine. Slowly, and then quicker. I could feel him heating up to the temperature of my skin.

I shifted on his lap, so I was completely facing him. My knees fell apart as I straddled his hips.

He reacted, like I expected him to. Disparagingly. "Bella."

"Hmm?"

"What do you think you're doing?"

"Distracting you."

"You sure you aren't just distracting yourself?"

Damn it. My body was making my intentions clear, betraying me.

"You suggested it," I grumbled.

His eyes were narrowed, knowing I was right.

"Aren't you cold?" he asked, trying to distract me.

"I'm fine," I insisted. "This isn't about me, remember?"

"What is that supposed to mean?"

I grabbed his neck and pulled his lips back to mine, kissing him urgently.

He deepened the kiss, and I could feel the repressed aggravation in it. I did feel really bad about last night, imagining Edward in my place, and some other girl in Jacob's. If Edward was human . . . It was ridiculous, of course, but just the thought made me bitter with envy.

I leaned back a little bit, my hands slowly dropping to his waist. I rushed to unbutton his jeans before he could stop me. Stupid, of course. My mind-shield was an advantage, now if I could just move fast enough . . .

His hands caught mine in a flash, and I cursed.

"I told you, we will try." His voice was a seductive whisper. "I'll make good on that. Be patient, Bella."

"I know," I said, thinking quickly. "I . . . I just really want to do something for you."

He paused, looking at me suspiciously.

I told him through my eyes what I wanted to do. It probably wasn't appropriate right now at all, but I wanted to make up for the night. And I was full of desire for him, however I could have him. I wanted to do this for my own selfish desires, too. I licked my lips while he put the pieces together.

He shook his head adamantly. "Because you feel bad for me? I told you, I'm okay. Last night wasn't your fault, Bella."

"Even if it wasn't completely my fault, I'm not blameless, Edward. I could have packed extra gear myself. I could have let you go and fight in the first place. Then we wouldn't even be here right now."

"We need to be together," he replied. "We both know that."

"I know, but . . . I love you. I want to show you how much I love you." I pressed my lips to his neck. "How much I wished it were you, last night in the sleeping bag."

He groaned. "You'll get hurt."

"Just don't move," I suggested.

He looked at me like I was crazy. "You really think it's that simple?"

I looked around quickly for something to tie him up with. But he'd be no match for anything I could find, anyway. Probably wouldn't have any iron fetters lying around, which would at least slow him down for half a second.

But he'd been strong enough for everything so far, and I trusted him. I trusted him with my heart, with my body . . .

"You won't hurt me," I said, looking into his eyes earnestly. "Just relax."

He took a deep breath, looking pained. "If I tell you to stop . . ."

"I will," I vowed eagerly. I couldn't believe he was actually agreeing to this.

His cold hands were still wrapped around my wrists, but I twisted them outward, trying to get free. He allowed it.

I kissed him again, trying to divert his attention as my hands began to wander. They slid down his chest, to his stomach. With my eyes closed, I found the waistband of his jeans, and my thumbs slid over the single button. Butterflies flooded my stomach as I realized he was letting me go where I'd never gone before.

My fingers worked to pop out the button and slowly unfasten the zipper.

"Seth is outside," he muttered. His voice shook a little. "And Jacob is somewhere out there. He could come breaking in at any moment."

"We'll be quiet," I promised. Then muttered, "And Jacob needs to be humbled, anyway."

Edward didn't seem to know what to say to that. It was wrong, but I wondered if part of him wanted Jacob to see us. To show him that his fantasies were just that . . . fantasies. That I really belonged to someone else.

His jeans were rough, but the cotton fabric he wore underneath were soft. I pushed his pants down slightly, so there was enough room for my hands to occupy. I could immediately feel the iciness radiating from his skin.

I didn't want to stop kissing him, but I couldn't resist taking a glance. His boxer briefs were light gray and flush against him, thanks to the well-defined bulge underneath.

Unfortunately, I knew we had to go fast – there was a fight about to occur, and we did have company – so I scooted off his lap, using his shoulders to steady me. I took a deep breath and looked at him, asking permission. I had never done this before, but there wasn't really time to be nervous.

His amber eyes were cautious, but there was a fire in them. His lips were wet with my saliva.

"Are you sure?" he asked me.

"Yes," I nearly groaned.

Edward stretched his legs out and guided me between them, as he leaned back on his arms. I kneeled in front of him. He grabbed the unzipped sleeping bag and threw it over me in one motion, worried about me getting cold, of course.

My upper arms rested on his thighs, my head in the perfect position. I brushed the hair back off my face and slid my right hand up his leg. I wished for a moment we could be anywhere but here.

My fingers gently brushed against him, as I tugged his jeans further down.

Edward was watching me intently. I could feel the blush on my face.

"Go slow," he warned me. "Please. If it's too much . . ."

"You'll be fine," I assured him.

"Easy for you to say." His eyebrows were furrowed, his face a gorgeous painting of worry. I wanted to change that. I wanted to make him feel so good, that any animosity from last night was forgotten.

My hand pressed against him through his boxers. I lightly squeezed, finding a grip. My own desire washed through me, pulsing between my legs.

No, this wasn't about me. My body wasn't aware of that, though.

I adjusted where I rested against him, and began to stroke his cock through the fabric. I looked up, wanting to watch him, to see if I was doing it right. His eyes were concerned, but he could barely hide the pleasure that was threatening to break the façade.

I slipped my hand under the fabric, reaching down to grab him.

Edward sucked in a sharp breath, but didn't move.

He was smooth and rock-hard. The aching desire in me roared.

My hand felt impossibly hot against him, and I could already feel his skin warming up. I worked his cock, harder now, in my fingers.

His hips jerked. I stopped, looking up.

"Sorry," Edward apologized gruffly. He was breathing heavily.

I was alarmed for a moment. Since when did he make involuntary movements? Since when did he need to breathe? Maybe his control really wasn't as flawless as I always assumed.

"I'm not used to it," he muttered, almost too quiet for me to hear.

"Let me keep going," I nearly begged, loving what I was able to do to him.

He growled softly, licking his lips. Then he nodded.

I gripped him harder, moving his underwear out of the way to pull his length out for additional mobility. Moving up and down, I felt a bead of pre-cum form on the tip. It was ice cold. I spread it onto him, coating him in wetness. My hand moved easier now, gliding.

I wanted more. I knew he did, too.

My fingers dug into his thigh on the left side, but I knew I wasn't hurting him. I didn't have to move much to do what I yearned to. Leaning forward an inch, I – carefully – pressed my lips against the side of his cock.

He gasped softly, but I didn't move. I paused, waiting. He was still.

I dragged my mouth upward, to the head, still keeping my lips closed. My nose caressed him as well, and the contrast of our temperatures and skin textures was even more stimulating.

I heard the coarse fibers of the tent floor crunching, as Edward's fingers clawed into the ground behind himself. It looked like he wasn't daring himself change position, so he was cementing himself down to the plastic.

My tongue slipped out, and I circled it around the head of his cock. I pushed myself onto my elbows in his lap, so I could reach all of him. I ran my tongue from head to base, slowly, and circled back again.

Edward's eyes were closed now, his head tilted back slightly. His expression sent waves of fire through me; my want was growing. The fact that he was allowing me to do this to him had me nearly soaked through my jeans.

I opened my lips further around the tip. The warmth of my own mouth was prominent against him. I pushed my lips down, pulling him in. Using one of my hands to hold him steady, I buried my mouth further. He pushed against the inside of my cheek. I tightened my lips around him firmly, drawing him back out of my mouth.

I heard him try and stifle a groan.

I paused for a moment, praying that Seth and Jacob were far enough away from the tent. I wasn't sure how their hearing compared to the vampires'.

I leaned down again, sliding his cock past my lips, against my tongue. I moved up and down, looking up at him as I did. Edward tried to hold my gaze for a moment, and then snapped his eyes shut again. A crease between his eyebrows formed. Too much.

I sucked hard on him, knowing I couldn't cause any harm. Then I lowered my mouth, taking him in as far as I could, to the back of my throat.

I heard the floor of the tent rip.

Wrapping my hand around the base of his cock, I joined my fist with my mouth as I pumped. My motions were shallower, but quicker. I could feel him twitching, and I wondered how close he was. How long was it usually supposed to take? It had only been a few minutes.

"Mmm," he grunted. "Bella. For the love of God . . ."

"Do you like this?" I whispered back.

He looked at me like I was insane. Yes. Yes he did.

"Are you . . .?" I wondered.

He nodded, taking a deep breath.

"Mmm."

"You don't have to —" He gestured with his hand to me. I guessed what he was inferring.

"Can I?" I asked. Warmth colored my cheeks. "I mean, I want to."

We didn't have many clean-up supplies in the tent, anyway. And I did really want to taste him. I had a feeling it wouldn't do me any good in my own sphere of frustration.

I stroked his stiff cock up and down, focusing now. He was still wet from my saliva and his own arousal. I tested it out again with my tongue, hearing him growl in approval. He was nearly purring, it was driving me insane.

My mouth wrapped around him again, hard. He was nearly the same temperature as my mouth now. My tongue caressed him, stroking all the way up and down.

"Bella," he choked out.

I stopped, looking to him in alarm.

"I'm," he stuttered. "Christ. I'm coming."

I moved back to where I was, moving in a steady motion, working, helping coax out his orgasm. He stifled a groan as he released, his cock pulsing in my mouth.

Cool liquid streamed down my throat. A lot of it. I swallowed greedily; it tasted heavenly. It was sweet and musky, like the scent of his skin. I licked him clean, noticing how hard he still was.

He didn't move. I sat up, wiping my mouth on my sleeve. I was breathing harder than I'd realized.

"Are you okay?" I asked.

He closed his eyes. Breathed deeply. Then he nodded.

I giggled at his expression. It looked like he'd been knocked out.

"God, Bella," he grunted. "You need to stop blushing."

"Why?" I asked, blushing more.

"The way it looks on your skin . . ." He shook his head, another growl building in his chest. His eyes were hungry. I glanced down, and he was still rock hard.

"I can't help it," I mumbled, covering my face. I could feel how hot my cheeks were, and I bit back an embarrassed grin.

I was filled with desire for him, and evidently he was ready to go again, too. Maybe he wanted to return the favor.

Edward readjusted his pants back to normal and leaned up, kissing me passionately. I threw my arms around his shoulders.

I heard the tent start to unzip, and pulled back quickly.

Jacob roughly barged in, glaring at us. We were both on our knees, facing each other and out of breath. I had no idea what he knew, and I wasn't keen on finding out. Did it smell like sex in here, or was I imagining it?

"I'm leaving to go fight," Jacob announced. "I should be there in five minutes. Seth will have connection to me through the pack, if you're nosy."

I rolled my eyes, knowing that Edward's ability to read Seth's mind and see the action was critical in knowing if his family was in trouble.

"I'll see you later," Jacob said, looking at me. His dark eyes were still suspicious, reading the energy in the tent. He leaned out and zipped the door back up, and I heard his running footsteps get farther away.

"Sorry," Edward mumbled, tapping his forehead with a finger. He could have easily seen that Jacob was close by because of his thoughts, of course. "That was close. I was a bit distracted."

"It's okay," I assured him. "He didn't know what happened, anyway."

Edward raised his eyebrows. "He knew something was up, but didn't want to think too hard about it." He chuckled. "He isn't too fond of picturing us . . . together."

"Maybe it would make him come to terms with reality," I suggested, grimacing.

"He will when you marry me."

I laughed quietly. "Yeah, I guess you're right."

"Mrs. Cullen," Edward murmured, kissing me again.