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Eyes Like Yours

Chapter Twenty - Game On Baby

BPOV

I don't really know why I'm here. I really should just go home, and let it go.

But no. I'm an idiot. That's gotta be it. I need to be belted across the face. Where's Rose when you really need to be slapped silly?

But it's too late to go now. I'm already at reception, demanding to know where Doctor Cullen is.

"Dr E or C Cullen?" the woman behind the counter asked me without even looking up from her magazine.

"E for Edward," I said sarcastically.

"He's on a break. You can probably find him down in his fathers office," she explained in a bored tone. She still hadn't looked up at me. Rude bitch. "That's C for Carlisle just in case you need some clarification," she then snorted at me.

Oh, so now the bitch was being smart.

"I'll be sure to tell my very good friend Carlisle how lovely and helpful you were," I huffed as I started to walk off. "Maybe he'll let you keep your job".

By now you may have guessed that I'm at the hospital. And like I said, I'm not entirely sure why I'm here.

Okay. Lie. That's a big lie.

Stupid ass Lauren got to me big time. After getting dropped off at home, I'd poured myself a drink, intent on getting plastered. I didn't get any further than that one glass. I'd sat there, feeling slightly paranoid and absolutely seething. I'd been about to pour myself a second glass when I'd dropped my goblet and it had shattered all over the kitchen floor. In my attempt to clean it up, I'd cut my finger. And it was right then that I decided a trip to the hospital was order.

I could use my lame ass cut finger as an excuse.

I wrapped my bleeding finger in a tissue, scooped up my keys and jumped in my car. That right there was a mistake. I'd had a few drinks, and really shouldn't have been driving. My father would cane my ass if he ever found out. Hopefully he never would.

Which brings me to now.

I'm tipsy, and I'm tripping slightly down this long white hall towards Carlisle's office. I know where it is. I've been there before. I get to the door and don't even bother knocking. Instead, I just decide to walk in like I own the place.

Edward's sitting at the desk, coffee cup in hand. He's looking at me in surprise; no doubt wondering why the hell I'm here at two o'clock in the morning.

"What's going on?" he finally asks me.

What's going on? I'm still not sure.

"I cut myself," I held up my finger.

He's laughing at me now. Hell, inside, I'm laughing at me. There's a bit of dried up blood left on my finger, but other than that, I'm super fine. What a geek. Rose, please. Where ever you are. Slap. Me. Again. Hard.

Edward's out of his seat now, and standing before me. He has an alcohol swab and a bandaid. It may not have been a serious cut, but that swab is stinging me like a motherfucker. I whimpered. The bastard did that on purpose. I know he did.

"Bella, it's two o'clock in the morning. What the hell are you doing here?" he leans against the desk and cocks his head to the side; looking at me with a slight smile on his face.

"I was bored. Just wanted to come and say hi," I shrug as I pick up a stapler and start clicking it continuously. The staples were dropping to the floor, making a nice little pile.

"Have you been drinking?" he takes my new toy away and places it back on the desk.

I feel like picking it back up and stapling his pretty cheeks. I resist though. I'd hate to leave a permanent mark on his Adonis face.

"Duh. Obviously. Did you forget that I was having a girls night?" I wiggled my finger at him.

"No, I didn't forget. But back to my original question. What are you doing here?" he was getting cranky at me.

He moved away from me and slumped down onto the small sofa that was lined up against the wall. Carlisle and Edward use it to take naps on when they work night shifts.

So Edward was getting cranky at me because I wouldn't answer his questions. Which in turn, was making me cranky because he kept asking me questions. I was the one who was supposed to be asking the damned questions. Gah.

"Did you fuck Lauren Mallory in high school?" I decided to just blurt it out. This was what I came here for. May as well get it over with. I hoped he had a bucket handy. I was gonna need something to Ralph into if he said yes.

He made this strange noise. It could've been a cross between a snort and a laugh.

"Are you fucking serious? Did you actually come here just to ask me that?" he growled as he leant forward and rested an elbow on his knee.

"So, is that yes or a no to fucking her? Because I have a right to know," I stomped my foot. I was standing in front of him now; glaring down at him.

I was acting like a child. Alcohol was certainly not my friend.

He muttered something under his breath. It sounded like 'a right to know my ass'. He then went on to put me out of my misery.

"The answer is no. And a big no at that," he said. "I never touched her, and before you even ask, I have no intention of ever touching her. It's just wrong on so many levels," Edward visibly shook.

Thrilled. That's how I'm feeling right now. I guess I wouldn't need to worry about Lauren trying to cut my grass.

"So, I'm going to take a wild guess and say that you had a run in with Mallory tonight, and she told you that something once happened between us," Edward looked up me.

I sighed and flopped down next to him on the sofa. It was comfortable. I could fall asleep right here.

I nodded, confirming his 'wild guess'. "Apparently every single woman in town wants you, and you're like a prize or something," I leant in close and started playing with his hair.

I was still feeling a little high and happy from my earlier drinking sesh, so I could do little things like this and not feel weird.

"I'm not a prize," he grunted. "And I'm still mad at you for asking me that," he pushed my hand away.

I guess I deserved the cold shoulder. After all the times he'd tried to touch me and then gotten fobbed off. I guess it was payback. Doesn't mean I liked getting rejected. I hated that shit. I didn't like that one bit.

"You don't want me touching you?" I pouted at him. I placed my hand on his chest this time; tapping my fingers lightly.

"You've been drinking," he pointed out.

Well. Der. Fred.

"Only a little," I smiled as I moved my head in closer. "I still know what I'm doing," I inhaled deeply. I loved that musky, manly scent of his. It turned me on to no end. A taste would appease me even more.

"Bella," he warned me as I allowed my hand to travel further south.

"Just let me," I shushed him.

I stopped at his belt, and rested my hand there for a while. I wanted a kiss now. So I just took one. I pressed my open mouth to his and shoved my tongue into his warm crevice. He responded immediately, just like I knew he would. He wouldn't say no to me.

He cupped my face and deepened the kiss. I'd let him take charge of that, if just for a while. I moaned into his mouth as his tongue stroked along my own. There was really nothing better than a kiss from Edward. How I'd gone two years without kissing him, I didn't know.

I had to squeeze my thighs together, hoping to offset the insistent throbbing that had appeared there. It was a temporary fix to a delicious dilemma. God, I'd been celibate for far too long. Tyler's five seconds from six months ago didn't count. But this wasn't about me. It was about Edward. He probably needed a little relief after the last few weeks of me cock-blocking him.

I tugged on his belt while still keeping up with his furious tongue. In no time, the belt was out of the way, and I was working on the button and zipper of his pants. He hissed against my lips when I shoved my hand into his boxers and pulled out his already throbbing erection.

He was definitely in need of a little relief.

I moved away from his lips, and moved my kisses down his neck and down over his clothed chest. He threw his head back, a strangled moan ripping from his throat. His cock jerked in my hand as I ran my thumb over the tip, readying him for what was to come next.

I touched my tongue to head of his cock, licking and tasting his pre cum for the first time. I didn't waste any time after that. I licked down his shaft before taking him fully into my mouth.

'God….Bella," another cry tore from his mouth.

His hand was in my hair now; combing through my strands and guiding my head just the way he liked.

"So goood," he moaned.

Yes. That's exactly what I wanted to hear.

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EPOV

She'd come storming into my office, acting all cute and subtle. But I knew better. Something was going on. It was two am in the friggin morning for fucks sake. She wanted something.

She'd sprouted some crap about a cut finger, but it looked more like a paper cut to me. I laughed, but fixed it up for her anyway. She danced around my questions, and got cranky when I got cranky. I didn't know what her problem was. She was the one who turned up here out of the blue.

Then she brought up Lauren. Like what the fuck? Obviously she'd heard something she didn't like. And had then come to ask my side of it all. Well, it was more of a demand. She claimed that she had a right to know. Bull shit.

High school was a long time ago. Like eight fucking years ago. I hadn't even known that Bella existed back then. I don't know why she even cared. But she did. Jealous much?

Anyway, I told her the truth. Like I would have ever touched Lauren Mallory. Like I told Bella; it was just wrong on so many levels. I'd never even think about going there.

Bella had brightened up after that; pawing and nuzzling at me. I tried to stop her at first, but that pout changed my mind real quick.

And now here she is, sucking on my dick, like her life depended on it.

She'd been drinking; I knew that much. She'd admitted it, but I could taste on her mouth when she'd kissed me just before. I also knew that if not for the alcohol, Bella would not be here doing this right now. She just didn't seem like that type of girl. So, I tried to feel guilty. I really did. But I couldn't.

After the cock-blocking incident from earlier, I needed this relief from her. And it felt too bloody good to pass up. I wasn't going to tell her to stop. No guy could ever really give up great head.

I guess in some ways, I am taking advantage of her state. But its not like I asked her to blow me. She threw herself in my lap. And if she wants to get mad later on, she can get mad at herself.

So, like the good man I am, I'm just going to sit back and accept this graciously. I'll deal with the fallout later.

This was too fucking good. She had a fantastic mouth. I had my hand wrapped in her hair, pulling on it every now and again. She would moan when I pulled hard, and in return, that luscious moan would send a delicious vibration straight through my dick. I was going to blow at any moment; that's how fucking horny I was.

"Bella, …you need to stop….fuck……I'm gonna cum," I managed to say through clenched teeth as I tried to pull her away from my cock.

She wasn't having any of that though. She continued on merrily, swiping my hands away. Well, if that's what she wanted to do. Go ahead baby.

I threw my head back in a growl when my orgasm finally hit me. I shot my seed straight down her throat, and she continued to suck on me until I was entirely spent.

That was fucking amazing.

I was definitely going to get her to do that again.

She released me with a loud pop and sat back up next to me with a huge grin on her face. I almost blew another load when she mewled and licked her lips. So hot.

"What did I do to deserve that?" I grinned at her in return.

She shrugged. "I've been a bitch, and I needed to make it up to you".

If she said so.

Maybe she'd like it if I made it up to her too. She was wearing a skirt too. Easy access.

I rested my hand on her soft thigh and trailed upwards. I'd just touched the edge of her lace panties when she pushed my hands away.

"What are you doing?" she raised her eyebrows at me.

"It's your turn," I smiled sweetly.

"Nope, its not," she shook her head.

"Why not?" I was the one doing the pouting this time.

She laughed as she stood up. "Look, that was just to keep you sated. Who knows how long it will be until I actually let you fuck me," she sent me a smile. It was innocent, but so fucking bad at the same time. This woman was going to be the death of me.

"It's fucking sexy hearing you talk like that," I told her as I tucked myself in and stood up beside her.

She sidled up to me once again and wrapped her arms around my neck before kissing me gently. And it was fucking gently. It was like a butterfly flapped its wings across my lips. Not that I actually knew what that felt like. But still.

"Bye Eddie," she purred and pulled away.

Another second, and she was gone.

Eddie. Fucking Eddie. I hated that god damned name. And she knew that.

It was on. Oh, it was bloody well on.

If she wanted to play this game, then I was in. I could give just as good as she.

Game on baby.

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A/N: Much love if I could get about 20 reviews. I guess If I get plenty of reviews, I will post the first chappie of my new fic on Tuesday or Wednesday. Bribery you say??? Sure is. LOL.