"Emmett honestly, you need something better to do with your time. Letting another vampire practice her shock powers on you is about as pathetic as it gets." Bella scolded Emmett with a smile on her face as they sat on the phone that night.

"But Minnie, you don't understand, its so freaking COOL! Like....you just walk right up to her, and shake her hand, and BOOM! You're on the ground in so much pain you wish you'd never been born. Its KILLER! Right now she can only do it with her hands, but I'm helping her practice projecting it. So eventually, it'll be her whole body. IMAGINE THAT, Minnie! Like one day, you'll just go give her a hug, and BOOM! back on the ground again! Its great! I wonder what she could do to Jane. I mean, given she could get to Jane. We'll have to orchestrate that. That'll be your job Minnie, cause some catastrophe that'll bring the whole Volturi guard here. You can handle that, right?"

"Oh yeah, the whole Volturi guard, plus the wives, no problem, gimme a week." She drawled sarcastically. She was glad she decided to answer the phone tonight. Edward had been distant lately, and she'd been wearing herself thin trying to make him smile as much as possible. Emmett was her therapy from that.

"That's my girl. My Minnie Mouse, taking on the bears." He chuckled, and she giggled a little in response, then sighed as she looked at the time.

"You gotta go?" He asked sullenly. "Yeah," she replied, "gotta get this homework done before Edward gets here." She glanced at the notebook on her lap. She was supposed to be taking notes, but the page was mostly filled with doodles. "I could help you!" He perked up at the thought. She shook her head. "You're distracting." She told him. "But I'm a good distraction, right?" He asked. She giggled, and nodded her head. "My favorite distraction. Goodnight Emmett." "Night, Minnie," and he hung up the phone. She laughed again, laughing was easy with Emmett, and was just beginning to focus on her homework again when there was a tap at her window. Edward was here. He was early.

She let him in, giving up on her homework for the night when she saw the look in his eyes. He crossed to her slowly, taking her into his arms and holding her there for the longest time. At first she loved it, being wrapped up in him, drinking in the sweetness of his breath. But when the hug continued on, she started to worry, not for herself, but for him. She tried to pull away a bit, to look at him. He let her. His dark eyes looked down on her hungrily. She forgot to breathe.

The kiss took her by surprise. It was dark and hungry and more than he'd ever given her. He gave her his tongue, the cool, wet, sureness of it. It shocked her, sent a wave of heat through her mouth, making her head light, down through her neck, that arched and leaned into the kiss, through her chest, where her lungs ached for breath, but she denied them. It slipped down around her heart, coating it in the most lovely way, before settling in a hot ball at her lower stomach. It made her arms reach up and wrap around his neck, fingers tangling in his hair, pulling his face closer to hers.

He gave her velvet honey moans, hands on her hips as he carried her to the bed, moving aside all her school work and laying her down beneath him. He moved between her legs, pressing his hips down against hers. She gasped into his mouth, pushing her hips back up to meet him, completely lost in the white hot heat of it.

And then he was gone. She fell back against her pillows with a great whoosh of air, and suddenly found herself staring at her ceiling. Had it not been for his ragged unnecessary breathing, she would have thought he'd left her entirely. She propped herself up on her elbows to look at him. His back was to her, forehead leaning on the wall. He clenched and unclenched his right hand, left hand splayed against the wall for support. His shoulders rose and fell heavily, his copper hair dark from the rain that still fell outside. His eyes would be dark, she didn't have to see them to know. They'd be the shade of burnt honey. They'd be lovely, but frozen. There'd be no warmth in them now. He wouldn't touch her anymore. She laid back against the pillows again.

They were silent for awhile. Edward in shame, and Bella fighting against a strange, lust driven anger. Her fingers were on her lips, still puffy, swollen, and tingling, as though they couldn't be calm without Edward's own lips covering them. She could still feel the heat from where their hips had been pressed together, and she noticed that the heat was coming from her, radiating from her center. She shifted her knees and felt the delicious wetness that had formed at her very core. She almost moaned from the pleasure. Instead she let out a great sigh. "You can't keep doing this to me," she said, still staring at the ceiling, hand at her mouth.

He turned around to look at her, breathing under control now. "I'm sorry," he responded. "You have no idea how sorry I am..." he hung his head, mentally berating himself. Why was it he could not control this feeling he felt whenever he was around her? Was he doomed to act like a stupid, human, hormonal teenager every moment he was blessed to spend in her presence?

"Why do you start these things at all if you're always so sorry afterwards?" She was upright now, staring at him, whispering furiously. He looked up at her sharply, confused. Words escaped him for a moment, "I, thats not to say- I'm not....I'm not sorry I touched you...I'm just....I'm sorry we can't go any further." He said, after a while. Her pleading gaze turned to a glare.

"We can go further, Edward, you just won't." She'd pulled her knees up to her chest and was looking away from him, her hair cascading down one side of her face. She was so beautiful, he thought, even when she was hurt and angry. He was furious with himself for being the reason she was that way but he couldn't see anything else for them to do. "Well then I'm sorry I won't go any further." He said quietly.

She looked at him for a long moment, then shook her head and laid down under the covers. He walked slowly, noisily towards the bed. He wanted her to hear him. Wanted to give her plenty of time to say-

"No, Edward. I can't do it tonight. I can't have you near me tonight knowing that.....knowing that....I just can't, okay." Her words were choked with emotion, tears threatening to spill out behind her eyes. He stopped moving.

"We're taking Rosalie hunting. We won't be back until Monday." He whispered, almost quietly enough that she didn't hear him, but she did. "Be careful. Have fun." She said quietly. He nodded, it didn't occur to him that she wouldn't have seen it. He left as quickly and quietly as he came.

The silence scared her. She sat up straight in bed, looked around wildly, called his name as loud as she dared, but he didn't come back. He'd left her, without a goodbye. He'd simply left. Tears spilled over her cheeks silently, wetting the sheets of her bed. SHe pressed her face into her pillow to quiet the sobs, she didn't want to upset Charlie. Rejection and sadness and hurt swamped her. She knew she was being irrational, that he thought he was doing what was best, but it hurt. It hurt so much when he pushed her away, when he left her. Was there nothing she could do to please him? Would she never please him?

She stayed that way for a moment, giving herself over to the pain. But eventually she realized that she couldn't keep living like this, she couldn't keep falling into mini depressions every time Edward wouldn't touch her like she wanted. It didn't matter how unfair it was for him to keep stirring up these feelings in her and then turning away. It didn't matter that it wasn't fair. She couldn't keep living like this.

She had to shake herself out of this misery that was threatening to swallow her up. So she did the only thing she could do, she called Emmett.

A/N: ooooooh, drama. lol tell me what you think of the writing, honestly. Doesn't matter if you hate it. I can't get better if nobody tells me what I'm doing wrong. -Shy