On the Offensive

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Summary: Bella Swan is a justice-hungry, unsatisfied almost reporter and U-Dub's public enemy #1 that constantly diatribe her school's prized sport's teams. Edward Cullen is U-Dub's cherished, star quarterback and known for his skills in the bedroom. One steamy night rocks the foundation of their relationship and forever changes their lives.

All human, all original couples.

Little authors note before you read, the chapters will alternate POV, one Bella and one Edward and so on and so on. I will also be trying new summaries until I decide on one that I like so don't be surprised if it's different every time a new chapter comes out. I'm just trying to attract readers and I tend to be bad at summaries, especially those with character counts so it might be changing for a while.

E POV

There was something wrong with me. Something seriously fucked up.

What the hell had I just done? Well I know who I had just done but God could I have been any fucking stupider?

What the fuck had compelled me to have sex with Bella Swan? It was like a really bad porno! Well not really bad because let's face it, anytime you're in a porno is not a bad time and Bella definitely knew what she was doing but fuck!

I had literally slept with the enemy. More like public enemy number one actually, considering how many people hated her. Hell we had a dartboard with her picture on it in the locker rooms and we were not the only ones.

Dammit. I had literally been inside someone who I had thrown darts at!

The worst part was that I really wanted to do it again. And again. And again. I was pretty sure I could just spend the rest of my life inside of her and I would be a pretty happy man.

I mean she was just...fucking sexy. There was no other way to describe it. She always had been since the first day that I met her, her perfect, heart-shaped, shocked face as she opened the door and saw me. Both of us had frozen like we had just met the loves of our lives.

Two years later and she was only fucking sexier. The way she growled at me and whipped me with her words had only made me hard. The way she had looked at me when she…tasted herself on my fingers. Even thinking about it now as I walked down the darkened path back to my apartment only made me want to sneak off into the bushes and rub one out using the damp underwear that she had left behind and I had subsequently stolen.

I clutched my stomach uneasily. I was such a sick fuck.

And that was the most tame thought I probably had, others including smelling and tasting the underwear and fucking her against her boyfriend's desk…while he watched.

I was, surely, going to hell.

I couldn't believe this was happening again. I was becoming obsessed. But this time it was so much worse, because now I knew what it felt like. I knew what it felt like to be completely wrapped up in her. It was all-consuming.

I mean, I hadn't even remembered to put on a condom. That was Rule Number One in Coach's stupid brain. Always wear your own condom. Don't be stupid.

But one minute pressed up against her lithe, sexy, little body I had been ready to risk it all for just one romp. If Bella hadn't been coherent enough to remember to mention it then we'd be nine months away from a living, screaming, crying problem.

I groaned, pounding my head against the front door of my apartment.

When had I even gotten here? I couldn't even remember because all I had been able to think about was her. I couldn't believe this was happening again.

I had promised myself that I would never get into this again. Here I was doing exactly the opposite.

I sighed in annoyance and the door suddenly pulled out from under me.

"Where the hell have you been?" My sister screeched and pulled me into her perfectly tanned arms, hugging me tightly.

"Dude! We thought that the she-beast had killed you or something!" Emmett smirked. "But you survived man! What did she say? What do you do?"

I coughed uncomfortably. I knew exactly what I did but there was no way I was going to be telling him that. "Nothing. I ran out right after you, we just got separated."

I brushed past them and I could tell that they knew I was lying but there was no way I could keep talking about this.

I walked into the kitchen that overlooked the living room. I pulled out a bottle of water and turned around to see Emmett and Rosalie staring at me suspiciously over the counter.

Emmett looked suddenly nervous. "Are you alright? Like really?"

Rosalie turned to him with sincere appreciation on her face.

"I know that you guys had like this...thing freshman year-"

"It wasn't a thing." I said in a way that hopefully sounded confident. I quickly shuffled off towards my room to sit on the bed, slamming the door closed on my way.

It hadn't been a thing. It had been everything to me.

"Will you stop touching all my stuff?" I asked and pulled the Peyton Manning bobble head out of Bella's hands. I held it up over my head as she tried to reach for it, standing on her tiptoes and pressing up tightly against my body.

"Please." She pouted. I loved seeing her beautiful lips pushed out. Sometimes I think she knew just how much I liked it. "Edward. I want it."

My heart stopped and I looked down at her. The way that she fit up against my body was as if she had been made for it, her head the perfect size and height to fit into the crook of my neck, her fingers petite enough to intertwine with mine, and her beautiful hazel eyes wide enough to stare into my soul.

I dropped the bobble head onto the carpet and pulled her perfect hand into mine, they were the perfect size just as I had thought. "What else do you want?" I whispered, hearing the rough and strain in my own voice.

She gasped lightly. Her eyes conflicted with what I couldn't understand. I knew she felt the same way about me that I did her. Didn't she?

She stared at me with a painful glaze. Fear gripped my heart.

Holy crap. I've completely misjudged this situation. ABORT. ABORT. ABORT.

I quickly prepared myself for the rejection that was coming.

"KNOCK KNOCK. Not really though." Rose sang, opening the door to my dorm without a second thought. "Oh. Was I interrupting something?" She smirked knowingly.

"No." I said quickly before Bella could open her mouth.

We all stood there silently for a second, basking in the awkwardness.

"Well are you coming Bella? It's time for our mani-pedis." Rose said hesitantly.

"Can you just give us a minute Rose?" Bella asked.

I shook my head. "It's fine Bella. Go. We'll talk later." I assured her.

Bella took a deep breath and nodded slowly. Her eyes watery. When had they gotten like that?

She moved away from me but stopped right before she reached the door. She turned around on her spot and then placed a brief kiss on my cheek. "Good bye Edward." She whispered and walked out, leaving both Rose and I confused.

I stood there for a while after she left, rooted to the spot, wondering what in the world had just happened, briefly touching the spot on my cheek that she had kissed. Not even remotely realizing, that my world was slowly waiting about to implode on itself.

"You know you never answered him." Rose's quiet voice sprang me out of my stupor. "Are you okay?"

I looked up at her, me at the edge of my bed, hands on my knees. "Do you remember," I said softly, not purposely ignoring her question but with no intention of answering. "That day that you came to get Bella from my room? She was acting weird. Do you think she knew already?"

Rose sighed and crossed her arms across her chest. "I think she knew for a long time Edward. She did it maliciously. Don't waste your time even thinking about it."

She took a deep breath. "You know she's dating that stupid asshole Mike Newton right?"

I tried to hold back my panic as she was obviously trying to gage my reaction.

"He thinks he's the shit or something because he's being courted by the New York Times. Like he's some fucking teenage girl in the 1930's looking for a husband." She snapped.

"How do you know?" I asked carefully, trying not to reveal anything.

"He's in my creative writing class. I've seen them going at it outside of the class sometimes."

I nodded, biting my tongue to keep saying anything else.

"What time do you want to leave tomorrow?" Rose asked brightly, apparently satisfied with my responses.

Leave. Right. Christmas break started tomorrow.

"Uh I just need to get a book from the library before we go. So whatever time you want." I told her and laid down on the bed to stare at the ceiling.

She stood there, obviously irritated with my attitude. "Fine. Royce says that there's a hearing the Monday after break ends. Swan is supposed to bring whatever evidence she supposedly has. Not that I believe it exists anyway. It's not like we got a hold of it."

"We couldn't have gotten it anyway. It was on her computer." I mumbled.

"How do you know that?" She asked accusingly. "I thought you said that you ran out of there right after we did. Did you talk to her?"

I sat up on my elbows, trying to calm my sweaty palms. "I'm assuming. Everything's digital nowadays, isn't it?"

She stared at me for a moment. No doubt thinking over my evasive answer. "Edward you don't want to go there. Promise me you won't. She betrayed us. All of us. She hasn't even tried to change at all. She continuously does everything possible to piss us off. Don't do it."

"I know Rosalie can you just leave me alone. I don't need you lecturing me." I sighed angrily. Thank God, I was getting my own apartment next year. This living with my sister thing was annoying as hell.

She growled but quickly walked out the door, slamming it on her way out.

After a long, restless night with teasing dreams of Isabella Swan I was woken up by the loud smashing of the cabinets in my apartment.

I groaned and looked down at my morning wood and had a feeling it had a lot more to do with my dreams than any naturally occurring bodily functions.

There was another crash and I was quickly reminded of the fact that I was never living with my sister again. Thankfully she was graduating this year so it would no longer be a problem at the end of the year.

I blew out a frustrated breath and made my way to my bathroom. After a quick, cold shower I dressed and dragged my feet into the kitchen.

"Have you seen this?" Rose screamed and threw a crumpled newspaper at my head with one hand and held a frying pan in the other.

I flattened the paper out on the table and saw the headline as she stood at the stove, scooping the eggs out of her frying pan to a plate.

MAKING THE GRADE, AT ANY COST

"It's in the freaking New York Times, Edward!" She cried desperately, slamming the pan against the stove top.

"It's only the Sports section, Rose. Anyone who reads the New York Times isn't reading it for the Sports section." I assured her.

She glared at me unconvinced of my logic, stalking towards me with the pan. "I just can't believe this shit! Royce has worked so hard for his reputation and suddenly because of this bogus crap, his life is ruined!" I rolled my eyes at her concern for her boyfriend but despite his position on our team, I was unconvinced of the exceptional talents that Rose and he believed he possessed.

Rose had begun dating him before I started school here as they were both a year older than me. It wasn't until they had been dating for a few months that I had even met him. Suffice to say I was unimpressed with him. He was a good wide receiver but I had seen better, not that Royce or Rose would agree. Three years later and I still didn't approve of him, only finding him to be a sleazy, snarky douchebag. It honestly didn't surprise when he had been one of the players named in the article and I wouldn't say that I had been disappointed when he had been suspended from the team.

"Rose…" I said hesitantly. I knew she was going to freak out but I had to ask. "Are you sure that he really didn't…do it?"

"Are you serious?" Her eyes looked upon me, wildly furious.

Why did I say that?

"Royce graduated in the top ten of his high school and is a straight A student! Whatever time he doesn't spend with me, he spends either playing football or studying! He's already graduating a year early! What other proof does he need?" She lectured pointing the frying pan at me in a threatening way.

"Fine. I'm sorry. It was a dumb question." I conceded, considering that I was going to have to spend an hour trapped in a car with her later today. I held up my hands in surrender.

She stared at me for a moment and I could see the doubt in her eyes. She turned around and her hand trembled as she placed the pan back on the stove and reached for another egg.

It suddenly occurred to me that if he was really in on the cheating scam that he wouldn't have needed to study several nights a week alone in his dorm like I know he's told her several times on occasion.

For the first time in two days, I truly hoped that whatever it was that Bella had found was fake.

It was evident, as I walked to the library, that the campus was mostly deserted. I knew that the library was closing in an hour and I was cutting it close but I needed a copy an article on school violence to include in my sociology research paper.

The paper wasn't due until a week after we returned from break but the last football game of the year was on New Year's and I didn't want to have to worry about it when I was resting.

The doors opened automatically as I walked towards them and my footsteps echoed on the marble floors. The normal buzz of people who were usually in the first floor Starbucks was silent.

I chuckled at the irony that this was the quietest I had ever heard this part of the library. I walked up to the circular front desk—how did people even get in there—and noticed that no one seemed to be there.

Was there no one here because it was officially Christmas Break?

There was a loud bang and a silent curse before a small, brunette body materialized from underneath the desk.

I couldn't help it as my breath left when I noticed it was her. Of fucking course she worked at the library.

She gasped softly and froze with a book in her hand. I realized that she was wearing another dress and I mentally cursed. Why was this happening?

"What do you want?" She finally snapped.

"I need this book." I said quickly and sounding like an Asian cartoon. I slapped a post-it with the title of the book onto the desk.

Her eyes wandered down to it, her body and face unmoving. She took a deep breath and then picked it up. "Give me a second." She mumbled and made her way over to the computer on the opposite side of the desk.

I couldn't help but glance down at her ass as it swayed side to side in the tight, tan dress she was wearing. I realized that she was also wearing a pair of dark, red leggings, probably because of the cold. I don't even know how she could stand even walking around in those but thank God that she could.

My pants began to tighten as my mind roamed over the previous night's events. She bent down slowly and tortuously—and most definitely on purpose—to grab something on the bottom shelf of the desk. Her dress rose slightly above the curve of her ass and I could see the soft outline of her underwear—boy shorts again.

"Fuck." I whispered remembering the silky feeling of the one's from the night before beneath my fingertips. I don't know how she knew it but boy shorts were my goddamn weakness. They were like fucking daisy duke shorts but fucking shorter. God I wanted to see her bare legs stretching on beneath the shorts, barely covering the whole of her ass.

As she turned to stalk over I realized that I was panting like a fucking pervert. I had to get control of myself.

"Here's the number. It's in the sociology section." She placed a different post-it on the desk in front of me. "Bye. Bye." She sang and waved mockingly at me.

I scoffed and took the post-it reading the location. 301.257. What the fuck? "What is this?" I asked, hating myself for it already. I knew she was going to chew me a new one when I did.

She laughed and took the post-it into her hands, pointing at the number. "This is the Dewey Decimal number. You know how to count right? The rest is self-explanatory at least to those who don't need to scam their way to the grade."

I gritted my teeth angrily. She knew there was no way that I would ever cheat. I valued my future too much to risk it for something stupid like that. "I saw the article on the last page of the Sport's section. I heard Bee Boy's article made it front page of a national newspaper." I smirked at her though my heart clenched at the thought of her boyfriend. Why did I always forget about him?

She crossed her arms across her chest, plumping her breasts up nicely in my view. She opened her mouth but no sound came out, seemingly unable to come up with a clever response. I could practically see the smoke pouring out of her ears.

"Can you please not get your panties in a knot and just show where the book is?" I sneered.

She took a deep breath and made her way out of the desk, part of the circle opening up as a door—that's how they did that. She walked up to me, her chest pressed against mine, seething. "Don't ever think that you have an effect on my panties."

My body sizzled having her pressed up against through several layers of clothes. "That's not what you said last night." I whispered trailing my finger down her arm, feeling her shiver.

She huffed and stomped away towards where the book was supposed to be. I smirked, left behind in the wake of her floral, delicious smell. I followed as she turned a corner, making sure to keep enough distance that I could keep my eyes trained on that pert ass of hers swaying with her walk.

I hated how irresistibly sexy she was but I was sure as hell going to enjoy it. At this point, I'd already committed the crime; if I was going to get caught I might as well make it a repeat offense.

She finally stopped at a bookshelf, hidden in the back of the library, slightly covered in dust. No one was around. She reached at the top level, trying to grab the book that she was obviously too short to reach. Stubborn little thing.

I reached over her and grabbed the book with the title that I had been looking for. She let out an irritated breath and turned to me as my hand was still on the book, up above her.

"I don't need your help." She mumbled. As she looked up at me, I swore I heard a tiny whimper escape her lips, the book slipped from my fingers and banged on the ground.

My breath hitched, my body leaning towards hers, it was evidently aware of this parallel situation we found ourselves in but this time Rose wasn't here to stop us. I also knew what was lying there, waiting for me beneath her layers. How fucking perfect it was to be inside of her…how it literally made me forget about everything, how when we were there together nothing else mattered.

Her mouth fell open slightly and damn me if I didn't just want to reach out and shove my tongue against hers. The hand left at my side twitched as it unconsciously reached for her but I willed myself to stop. She would have to come to me this time. She wouldn't control me. She couldn't control me.

I stood there staring at her beautiful, brown, doe eyes for what felt like hours but was probably only a few seconds. Then she was gripping the loops of my jeans and pulling me towards her, her lips attaching to the base of my neck.

I let out a strangled sound of pleasure and gripped the shelf tightly, her tiny hand shoving its way inside and grasping my cock firmly.

"You're already hard." She said her voice hoarse, her lips pressed up against my ear. "How long have you been hard? Since you saw me bend over or before then? Does our snipping turn you on?"

I opened my mouth, ready to let out a tort response but all that came out was a moan. Fuck. Fuck me. How did she do that?

She ripped open my pants and pushed them down with my boxers, the tip of her tongue darting out briefly as she passed my cock. As she got to the floor, she pulled my wallet out of my back pocket, no fumbling when looking for it. She took the condom out of its place and ripped it open with her teeth. Fucking sexy.

I growled and took her off the ground, wrapping her covered legs around my waist. I clawed desperately at her leggings, trying to get them off without having her legs loosen off my waist.

"Just fucking rip them." She cried in anguish, holding my face tightly in her two hands, her nails most likely leaving marks on my face.

I leaned her back against the bookshelf—thankfully supported by the wall—and placed my hands at the tip of her leggings, underneath her dress before pulling the seams apart, leaving scraps in my hands.

Her hands made their way back to my cock and pulled the condom on expertly as I pushed her boy shorts aside, making a viable entrance for me.

I stroked a finger up her throbbing center, feeling how fucking soaked she was for me. I had barely even touched her, what was she going to be like when I finally got to explore her the way I wanted to?

She grunted and positioned herself so she was lined up with me. Her arms wrapped around my neck and took me. I let out a pathetic whine as we both adjusted to the feeling, her tight, wet, throbbing center pulling me in, deeper and deeper.

"Move." She demanded as she began rocking her hips against mine.

I nodded and took my time, thrusting into her slowly and deliberately. Her head fell back against the books and I sucked at her neck, hoping to mark her.

She pushed against my chest and forced me off of her neck. "Stop. He'll see."

I froze. Fuck. I had forgotten she had a boyfriend. I gulped, the guilt washing over me.

Her body clenched around me and all thoughts of the dumbass were forgotten. I had to focus or I'd blow my load all over her in a second. I needed more time.

"Don't think I'm going to stop writing those articles just because of this." She grunted.

"If it ends up with us fucking like this, you can write one every fucking day for all I care." I assured her, rolling my hips, letting her feel me flex inside of her.

She gasped lightly, biting her bottom lip before responding. "This is never happening again."

"Sure." I mumbled disbelievingly and started thrusting faster, seeing her eyes roll slightly back into her head. I needed her to come. She had been right about the snipping. It did turn me on.

After several hard and fasts thrusts, she tightened and I practically sighed in relief, letting myself go as her pussy throbbed around me.

We panted for a few moments and I could feel the awkwardness seeping into us. She slowly slid off of me and I gently put her on the floor. She picked the floor up off the ground and scurried away, only mumbling "I'll check this out," as she went.

Being home was exactly what I needed. Far away from Bella and her magical body. Far away from the team. Far away from articles. Far away from everything.

All I needed was my mother's wonderful home cooking and I would be complete for the next three weeks, despite the gaping hole that I almost constantly felt in my chest lately.

My fingers danced over the keys of my baby grand, doing their best to distract me from the…unique morning I had had.

As soon as I had made it back to my parent's house, I had to change my shirt because I could still smell the sweet ambrosia of her hair on it. I hadn't washed it but I couldn't stand to smell it knowing what had happened this morning.

I was slightly ashamed of my actions for several reasons. The first being that, I kept attacking Bella like a fucking animal, not that she didn't respond promptly but at this point I was that annoying dog that you're aunt has that humps your leg, every fucking time you see it.

And fuck it all, if I didn't escape my mind that she had a fucking boyfriend. That stupid prick Mike Newton. I had somewhat lied about what I actually knew about him. I knew a lot because I was a weird ass stalker who spent my free time checking up on a girl that I hadn't even dated three years ago.

God, if my sister ever knew, she'd probably bury me alive before I could even get the chance to try and explain it to her. Even though I think she may have been lying about how much she disliked Bella if her little display this morning was any contribution.

But mostly, if the team ever found out the truth I'd be shunned forever. They wouldn't trust me and they sure as hell wouldn't want to play with me. I couldn't let that happen. This team was everything to me. Football was everything to me. Which meant that I couldn't see her anymore.

I had gotten my fill and I couldn't risk it again just for some pleasure—well a lot of pleasure.

NO.

I wouldn't risk it for anything. That was the bottom line. From the Huskies to the New York Giants. That had to be my focus from now on.

She couldn't cloud me anymore. She had been doing it since the day I had met her but Goddammit if I was going to keep letting her do it.

"Why did you stop playing?"

I jumped and turned to see my mother leaning against the doorway—what was it with the women in this family—her soft green eyes staring at me intently.

"I—uh—I didn't even realize I had stopped." I said honestly.

She nodded and walked over to me, sitting next to me on the bench. "Who was that about?"

"What do you mean?" I demanded defensively, hoping I didn't look panicked.

"That song. I've never heard it before." She clarified, looking at me cautiously. She knew I was hiding something.

"I wasn't really thinking about anything." I admitted. I had been thinking about Bella and trying to distract myself. I hadn't realized I was playing a new song. "I was just playing…did you like it?"

"It was beautiful sweetheart." She praised. "It was deep and almost heartbreaking. It was almost as if you were reaching for something but was pulled away from it."

My heart pounded heavily, not oblivious to the meaning behind what she had heard.

She turned to the piano and slowly began drumming the keys, apparently playing the song that I had just played. The song ebbed slowly, higher and higher, at the precipice of something greater but the moment that I expected to hear the climax, it was forced back, lower than before. My heart sank as the music fell into a depreciated version of the earlier notes. Her fingers stilled and she looked at me, seeing my confused face.

"What's happening sweetheart?" She asked softly and reached for my hand.

"It's complicated." I chuckled. "I'm not sure I even understand it, nonetheless explain it."

"Well, you know that I'm always here for you dear, if you ever need me." She guaranteed me.

I nodded. Certain of the words she spoke.

She patted my hand. "Now set the table. Dinner's almost ready and Royce will be here soon."

I winced. "I didn't know that he was coming to dinner."

"Yes well he wasn't supposed to but after that article came out, he decided he wanted to put off his trip home for a little while longer and is coming over for dinner on his way there. He may even spend the night." She explained.

I rolled my eyes. Great.

"Come on dear. It won't be that bad." She comforted me, patting my back.

Because having to listen to Royce bitch about Bella when I was trying to forget about her wouldn't be bad at all.

She turned to me curiously, tilting her head to the side. "What happened to your face?"

I groaned. Bella's nail marks were visible. I'd have to look at them for the next week at least.

What a great fucking way to start my Christmas vacation.

Well then! No long author's note besides the one up top. Here's a tiny little teaser from next chapter!

Teaser: "What are you doing in there?" Emmett shouted, the sound of his fist hammering the door echoing in the room. "Is someone pounding you for Christ's Sake?"

"I wish you were pounding me right now." I breathed.

"Fuck off Emmett. I'll be there in a second!" He barked through his panting breathes.

"I hope it's longer than a second."

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