A/N: Scene that was originally going to be used in Stay With Me when it was only a series of illicit lemony one shots for J/B but that didn't work out. Then it was used in the original posting of The One I Need To Walk Away From before I changed the plot up and this wouldn't have matched up emotionally. Thus it's in the outtake series.

It had started out as lingering glances across the room, each assessing the other. She had always blushed timidly and turned away first, his eyes piercing and dark.

Then the touches began. A soft brush of an arm when passing. Hesitant stroking of fingers when exchanging plates at the table. Hugs that extended a second longer than the appropiate allotted time but never a moment too long that would flag anyone else's concern. Tender kisses on the cheek that subtlely hinted at the overwhelming desire for more.

In the back of her mind, she knew it was all wrong. But each and every time it happened, she couldn't find it in her to make it stop. And if her conscience ever broke free of its constant struggle and she did make an attempt to deter such connections, his eyes would warn her not to.

No. Not warn.

Threaten.

She would see fiery determination and a fierce anger there, daring her to try, knowing full well that she would submit and give in.

Then that day came.

The day that she now regretted wholeheartedly.

The day that she had become the woman she now hated with a fierce passion.

The day that he had come up behind her in the spotless kitchen, trapping her so she couldn't move. He had pressed himself fully up against her, his arms caging her on either side, his breath in her ear.

She had scrambled to get free, pushed back against him forcefully to break his hold but he only pressed tighter. So tight that she felt all of him.

His arms had moved in closer, ceasing her movements until she was still.

She had closed her eyes at that point, willing away the yearning that seemed to suddenly pop up out of nowhere. Her heart had begun its stuttering pace then, forever setting a precedent for any other time he touched her.

He was pressed up against her back, his mouth at her ear, sending chills down her spine.

In one swift action, he thrust agonizingly hard against her, making her eyes open widely, drawing a sharp gasp from her lips, almost sending her up onto the counter. His groan of satisfaction nearly made her weep with the pleasure that coated the sound.

He repeated the act over and over again until she was sure she would collapse from the pressure that was building inside her. His breaths had accelerated until he was panting against her.

His hands had made their way onto her front, squeezing, pulling, rubbing, grabbing.

She could feel the familiar heat spreading throughout her body as he worked. She barely noticed when one hand had snuck its way under the waistband of her jeans, circling the edge of her panties teasingly.

She stiffened, some semblance of sanity creeping back into her brain and made to remove his hand.

She breathed out one word.

"No."

The other hand clamped down on her lips, muffling her protest and he thrust against her harder. Rough grunts were released into her ear, matching the rhythm he was moving their bodies in.

The forgotten hand made its presence known when it savagely pushed into her panties and took purchase inside of her, his thumb manipulating her sensitive bundle of nerves expertly.

Her body arched back into his in response, her eyes tightly shut, her hands clutching wildly for support, her loud moan unheard beneath his hand.

Soon enough, his fingers were mimicking the motion of his hips.

The heat was flowing freely now, leading a heated trail from the bottom of her stomach to her chest. The blood was pounding in her ears, almost drowning out the masculine sounds he was making. Her body tightened under the strain.

He seemed to sense she was close and he increased the pace he had set for them, pressing two open mouthed kisses to the pale sliver of her neck that was peeking out from her veil of hair. His tongue massaged her pulse point and her head thrashed about, trying to liberate herself from his hand to no avail. He only tightened his grip on her mouth and went faster.

It was coming.

She could feel it.

One of her own hands reached up and tried to pry his fingers away from her. They didn't move.

Her fingers circled his wrist, tugging. His hand clamped down even tighter. So tight she was sure there were indentations of the ridges of his fingertips around her lips.

More speed was applied, this time with more force. The pressure overtook the feeling of pain in her front from being ground into the countertop at such an alarming rate. There would be bruises tomorrow for sure, physical proof of her betrayal.

But she couldn't think about that right now, never mind let her conscience take it and run with it, holding it up to the light. She had other things on her mind currently.

It was building.

Climbing.

Reaching the surface.

Fighting to break free.

Her hand stopped battling his and moved down his arm, grasping desperately. She ground herself once more against his hand, meeting his demanding thrust with her own.

It exploded.

She cried out against his palm and flailed wildly against him. Her hand clenched on his arm and her eyes slammed shut. She convulsed and strained against him, her other hand reaching up to claw at his neck, her nails digging into the skin as her anchor, earning her a sensuous strangled groan in return, his teeth then grazing her neck.

Once the raging warmth flooded onto his fingers and she was able to take in oxygen again, bit by bit, he removed his hand from her mouth and her core simultaneously. He took a step away from her and she turned to face him.

She was panting in the aftermath of her ecstasy, eyes half-lidded and staring into his. He rubbed the offending fingers together slightly, reveling in the feel of her that now coated them.

Then he did the unthinkable.

He slowly drew those fingers into his mouth, never breaking eye contact and proceeded to suck on them vigorously. Her knees felt weak and her heart, which had been calming after the storm, raced unhealhily once again.

He pulled them from his lips and wickedly grinned at her.

"Delicious."

Her breath hitched. Everything in the outside world ceased to exist. Now it was only the two of them and the heat he was making her feel. The fire sparked in the bottom of her stomach at the word.

"Makes me want more."

Her eyes opened a little further. She couldn't form a single coherent thought. No desire, no shame, no regret, no anger. Just a roaring deafness consumed her now. Along with the pounding beats in her chest that she was sure he could hear.

His grin grew wider and he approached her slowly, keeping his eyes on her, moving predator-like, making her think of a wolf cornering its prey.

His eyes got darker and darker with each step, making Bella's pulse race, his smile disappearing as his lips parted to allow ragged breaths to escape. His breaths seemed to grow faster the closer he got to her.

By the time he reached her, his head inclined down towards her, his lips an inch within hers, all the air was gone from her lungs. She found herself wishing he would kiss her, sear his lips onto hers with a soul-altering kiss. Her conscience flared up, screaming at her, but as she felt his hot breath tickle her mouth, tantalizing her with its sweet scent, she banished it to the deep recesses of her mind.

His eyes held hers in their nearly black depths, refusing to release her. The light in them told her one thing.

He knew she was his.

Then the light raged into a full flame. She was falling into the onyx magnets, a natural yet mystical form of gravity pulling her to him. She found herself subconciously moving to close the tiny distance between them.

He noticed before she did and another impish grin found its way onto his face as his hand reached out to her arm to gently halt her progress. Bella let out a slight whimper, shocking herself at the noise betraying her distress at what he was denying her. His grin only got bigger.

He moved one finger to her lips in a tender movement. "Shhh..."

Bella felt like she was having an outer body experience. The woman who was inhabiting her body was someone she definitely did not recognize. Before she could stop herself, she had opened her mouth and taken in the tip of his finger, closing her lips over it as her tongue savored the taste. His skin mixed in with herself from mere minutes ago was enough to stoke the fire in the pit of her stomach. It was the most exquisite thing she had ever tasted. If she could live on that concoction for the rest of her days, she surely would and die happily. No, not die. She was already in heaven...

She moved to take the whole finger into her mouth, letting the skin graze her teeth as she didn't break eye contact. She began to suck gently, applying pressure and setting a rhythm each time she heard his breath hitch and the flame in his eyes burned brighter as he watched her intently, all traces of his amusement now gone.

She was about to raise her hand to his in order to give her more access to the rest of the finger when he slowly retracted it. Her lips pulled into a pout without her permission, making him grin once again. He moved a hair's breadth closer, making her heart stop altogether. She wanted it so bad...

"And I will have more." Bella gasped and he smiled wider. That was it. She was going to take it herself if he wasn't going to give her what she so desperately wanted. No, not wanted. Needed.

But as she moved, he pulled back slightly and placed a soft kiss on her nose, his eyes clearly smirking mischievously. He took a few steps back, his stare never breaking hers. The pout never left her lips.

Once he was a safe distance away, safe being at least a good ten feet, he gave her a promising smile. "But not yet." And with that husky vow, he slowly left the room, his eyes never leaving her, taking her heart, her soul, her everything, with him.

Bella trembled anew once he was gone. She grasped the counter for support as her world came crashing down around her. He was on her, in her, all around her, in the very air she was gasping for as reality hit her hard. Oh dear God, what had she done?