Rating: M

Disclaimer: Stephanie Meyers owns all things Twilight - I just like to get weird with her characters.

A/N…Much love and thanks to my beta LovinRob for all of her encouragement and hard work on this story! Without her OCD and her cock/pussy thesaurus, this fic would be a hot mess of past and present tense and the word erection used repeatedly…

Many thanks to AmandaC3 for creating the marvelous banner for this story and the Togaward bonus banner. I wouldn't believe it was possible – but she made Rob hotter by wrapping him in pink bed sheets…

Ready to find out about Heidi?

Chapter 11 – One and Only

I slam the door to my room, allowing myself to act out for the first time. On the one hand I feel dirty and used, how could I be so foolish as to act that slutty in front of a relative stranger? On the other hand, I feel fulfilled and powerful. I got mine, no strings attached. Doesn't that equal a victory?

I grab my robe and shower kit. Stepping into the shower, I let the scalding water cascade over my body. True to his word, he did make me cum so hard that I have to be extra tender to the more sensitive places on my body as I run my loofah over them. As expected, there are small bruises on my hips and thighs, and a few small hickeys on my chest and collarbone. The sick part of me is happy they are there, evidence that it actually happened. That little old bookworm, me – made Edward Cullen lose his shit. Dear God, Bella. Therapy time, quick.

Emotionally spent, slightly drunk, but wide awake on my Edward induced high – I make my way back to my room. Turning the corner, my breath catches in my throat. There, sitting in front of my door with his knees against his chest is Edward.

He looks up at me and moves to stand. Once he is upright, he glances down at me. His expression is unreadable, though I can't imagine he is pleased. I essentially walked out on him. His eyebrows furrow and his lips are set into a hard line. He roots around in his pocket for a moment and reaches out to hand me something. He places my iPod in my hand, much like he did that first day on the quad. Looking down at my iPod, not wanting to meet his eyes, I quietly mutter a thank you. He seizes my wrist, pulling me to him and tilting my chin up.

"You left." He says emotionlessly, seemingly searching my face for some type of reasoning. I nod, dropping my eyes to his chest.

"Well why?" He asks incredulously, his voice rising slightly.

Is he fucking kidding me? Suddenly I am incensed, though I know I have no right to be. I have no claim to him, even though he clearly owns me.

"Because, I didn't want to be there when your next birthday present shows up, you know, your favorite girls. Let's just call a spade a spade Edward, you got the bookworm as an appetizer, you certainly didn't expect me to wait around for the filet minion of tits to show up before I made my hasty exit, did you?" I fume.

His eyes narrow and his jaw clenches, but I am hot so I continue to spew my crazy.

"And, for the record, Edward. Your phone lit up at her call with a picture that screams anything but friends. You have never given me any indication that you weren't honest and up front. But that picture and those texts spoke volumes about your status with her. And, for future reference, friends don't typically text a picture of their tits to friends." I bite sharply.

This fucker has the sheer balls to look hurt. I am overwhelmed with the desire to kick him in the junk repeatedly. I am done being humiliated for the evening. Feeling completely defeated, I sigh.

"Thank you for bringing back my iPod. Good night, Edward."

I turn and grab the keys from my robe pocket and curse my lack of coordination as I fumble to find the right key only to drop it. I am about 30 seconds from bawling my face off, and I'll be damned if I give the birthday boy the satisfaction of seeing me cry. He picks up my keys, clutching them tightly. I can't look at him as the tears are beginning to spill. I push my palms into my eyes –feigning tiredness, but really trying to wipe the tears away.

Edward clears his throat. "You shouldn't have left. I would have explained. I don't… I don't understand why you won't believe me about her." He says looking down while thumbing through my keys. "I thought I made myself…" He pauses, as his face strains slightly, "I thought I made my intentions clear to you."

I roll my eyes in annoyance. "You've been attentive, Edward, I'll give you that much. But no, I have no idea where I stand with you other than as a friend with benefits. And as much as I enjoy being with you, I am not interested in vying for your affections or sharing them with your supermodel ex-girlfriend, fuck buddy or family friend – whatever she is to you this week." I huff as I cross my arms, suddenly finding the emergency evacuation posting near my door fascinating.

I can feel his eyes on me and I don't want to meet his gaze. We stand in silence for quite a while, but the weight of his stare proves too much for me to resist. When I finally muster the nerve to look up at him I can see that he appears frustrated, his expression hard. He blows out a deep breath.

"I guess I wasn't clear. Let me clarify then. There is nothing more between her and me other than friendship and there never will be again for me." He starts to explain.

"Hi liar!" I retort in a Nelson from the Simpson's voice as I roll my eyes again. "That's –"

He grabs my chin lightly and pulls it up so I will look him in the eyes.

"Do not interrupt me again. I am giving you the explanation you want and deserve, despite how upsetting it is for me to talk about. I've put up with your disappearing act and assumptions, at least have the decency to let me defend myself." He replies firmly.

My eyes widen. His expression and the tone of his voice are scary and authoritative, the same way he spoke to Lauren in the library. I'm pretty sure I am slightly terrified and more than turned on. Unable to speak, I nod, hopefully looking properly abash.

"Like I was saying, for me, Heidi will never be more than a friend. Not since I found her on her hands and knees taking Royce King's dick up her ass for a bump of coke." He pauses for a while, I'm not sure if it is for effect so it will sink in or because this really is difficult for him to talk about.

"As a matter of fact, it was Halloween evening that I got that nice little visual. But you are right, she is beautiful, so I let it slide, overlooking the alcohol and drug induced indiscretion and her addiction. Then she overdosed at my parent's house Thanksgiving weekend and went to rehab for a month." He continues, growing angrier by the second.

"She sent me a letter from rehab itemizing every indiscretion, every dick she sucked, every lie she told – that she could remember. And you know what, I still let it slide because what kind of person would I be turning my back on her? Hmm, Bella? That would make me a dick, right?" He asks angrily and hopefully rhetorically since I am too stunned to speak.

"So I went to pick her up from rehab so she wouldn't have to face her family right away, but by the time I got there, she was gone. Royce signed her out." He admits quietly. "A couple of days later, I saw her. Her eyes were blood-shot and she looked all strung out. I told her I was done. I told her I would always be her friend, even still hang out with her from time to time so we don't make it awkward for our parents who are close friends, but as far as she and I were concerned – we were through."

He runs a frustrated hand through his hair and pulls at the roots. "She seemed to agree that friendship was the best path for us, she seemed relieved even. But last weekend, when she heard about you, when she found out my intentions with you, she lost her shit. I suspect that's why she posted the pictures on Facebook. She knew you'd be at my birthday party, I am sure that is why she sent those texts. She must be coked up, out of her mind right now." He muses.

We stand in silence for a few minutes letting the weight of his confession sink in.

"I'll be civil, and I'll be nice to her, Bella. But I will never be more than a friend to her." He promises as he walks towards me, reaching down to cup my cheek.

"If I wasn't clear before, I want to be clear with you now. I want to be with you. I want to only be with you." His eyes bore into mine as he admits his intentions.

I am clearly stunned into silence. Edward has completely put himself out there and the choice is mine to make. As if there is a choice. Rubbing his thumb across my lip, he lowers his head so we are eye to eye.

"What are you thinking, Bella?" He asks, furrowing his brow.

I clear my throat and close my eyes, wrapping my arms around his waist and burrowing my head into his chest.

"I want to be with you too." I whisper.

I can feel his smile against the top of my head, before he whispers reverently, "My Bella".

This feeling is indescribable, an all new high. I look up at him smiling with unshed tears pooling in my eyes. "Your, Bella."

He lowers his mouth onto mine. The kiss would be painful if I wasn't so completely taken by the moment. It is loud and brash, cementing how crazy we are about each other. I finally break away from him and fish my keys out of his hand so we can continue our make-out session in the privacy of my room.

His hands find their way back down to my waist and he kisses up and down my neck as I unlock the door, roughly pushing it open and turning to grab his shirt, ushering him inside. Just like before, I find myself pushed up against the door. The front of my robe slips open slightly as Edward runs his hands down the front of my body. He tugs the belt and I am completely exposed to him.

His eyes roam up and down my body as Mike's words run through my head. He looks at you like you are something to eat. My new high spurs my confidence, and I slip the robe off my shoulders and let it fall to the floor along with my keys. I stand before Edward Cullen, completely naked with a coy smile on my face. I reach out to pull his jacket off, but before I know it, he seizes my wrists and pins them over my head against the door. He runs his tongue over my collarbone and up my neck, before taking my earlobe in his mouth, pulling it slightly with his teeth. I feel a shiver go through my entire body.

"I never got a chance to thank you for your birthday present. By far, the best present I've ever received and the hottest thing I've ever seen." He says while still nipping and sucking my neck and ear. "It took everything in me not to cum on the spot when you told me you fantasize about our first time together. It was the sexiest thing I've ever heard."

I swallow as the intensity of his words and the raw sexuality of the situation becomes overwhelming. Clearly excited by the effect he has on me he continues.

"I think about it all the time too, Bella. I think about all of the things I want with you, to do to you." His breathing becomes harsh and uneven, his manhood gets even harder against my stomach as he grips my wrists a little more firmly.

My inner whore decides to come out to play. "Hmm… What do you want to do to me, Edward?" I ask innocently. "Tell me." I beg grinding my crotch against his thighs, silently cursing our height difference.

He smiles his crooked smile and once again leans in to whisper seductively in my ear. "I think a better question is what don't I want to do to you, Isabella. But since you were so forthcoming with some of your scenarios, allow me to return the favor."

"At some point, I plan on kissing or having my mouth on every inch of your body, in every part of your body. I'll bet every inch of you tastes so good." He accentuates his point by running his tongue over my shoulder and down my chest.

"I'm going to learn everything that pleases you, Bella. How you like to be touched," He says slowly as he releases one wrist and runs his long fingers down my arm before taking my nipple between his thumb and forefinger and rolling it gently. I can't stop the breathless moan that escapes my lips.

"I'm going to learn what turns you on." He teases as he takes my other nipple into his mouth, sucking it deeply, releasing it with a pop before swiping the tip with his tongue and blowing gently.

"Fuck! Yes!" I whimper.

I reach down, grabbing the back of his head and pressing his mouth against my tit again. He indulges me for a few moments, sucking and swirling his tongue quickly before he grabs my arm and places it back above my head, securing both my wrists in his one hand. I may have actually pouted.

"Now, as for what you were saying earlier this evening. When I do take you, Bella - and I will take you. I will do it every way you described. I will ease it in, so I can feel every fucking inch of you – taking every fucking inch of me." He grits out against my stomach.

"And I will shove it in hard, because I will be claiming you in every way imaginable" He promises as he lowers his head and begins nipping and kissing my hip bone while parting my knees and legs wider. "You're going to crave my cock, Bella."

I already do.

"The same way that I already crave your pussy." And with that, Edward buries his face into my most sensitive place, spreading my lips so his wide tongue can work it over with wild abandon.

I scream in pleasure as he runs his tongue up and down, before sucking my clit between his teeth. I can barely catch my breath. He goes at it like a starving man. I always thought oral would make me self-conscious or that I wouldn't be able to enjoy it because I would be worried that my partner would be grossed out. But the way he nips and sucks and licks me, it makes me feel powerful and desired. He is worshipping me; surely this is the pinnacle of ecstasy. And I believe it is, until I feel his long finger entering and curling inside of me and his teeth scrapping the hood of my clit.

I grab my hair in frustration, moaning and whisper-shouting obscenities. I start grinding my pussy into his face. I can hear the sounds of his tongue against me as it laps and licks and spreads my wetness throughout. I squirm and writhe at the feel of the contrast between his slippery tongue, his soft lips and the rough stubble covering his chin. All the tell-tale signs are there. My legs are trembling and I feel like I am going to collapse from the pleasure. He must feel it too. I am finally brave enough to look down at him just as he decides to add another finger inside of me, ramming, curling and circling.

He must feel the weight of my stare because he looks up, his eyes boring into mine just has he finds my illusive G-spot, pressing his two fingers against it firmly. He licks my clit again roughly before mouthing the word, COME.

After a few seconds, I'm pretty sure my eyes roll to the back of my head as I scream and pant. My orgasm approaches and completely overpowers me. Suddenly my legs won't hold my weight any longer and I find myself slipping down my door. He stands up and lifts me. I wrap my legs around his waist as he carries me over to the bed and gently lays me down.

As I try to catch my breath, he begins undressing, right down to his boxers before he climbs under the covers next to me. My entire body is still shivering and I am still trying to steady my breathing. He wraps his arms around my waist, kissing me hard before he buries his face into my hair. I can taste myself on him, normally I think I would want to puke in my mouth, but for some reason, I love it.

Breathing deeply, he kisses my forehead. "Thank you, my Bella. This was the best birthday ever." He says sincerely.

I snicker. "I think I should be thanking you. That was… unreal. Amazing."

I burrow back into his chest, smiling widely, enjoying his warmth and loving the fact that I am officially his Bella. Sleep seems to find both of us quickly.

A/N… See dolls, he's not a player or a douche... Are we all a little relieved?

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