A/N: I'm so sorry I took so long to write this, but I've been busy, and I was working on another one-shot (which i finished. It should be up later today). This is my first attempt at writing anything lemon-y, so please bear with me. Also, I had my friend help me. Originally, we had a whole secne planned out, but I just used about four sentences of her work, so I hope you like it. So, thanks for reading, and please reveiw!

Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight, or any of it's character.

Chapter 7

BPOV

I sprung up from my position on top of him, on the ground, and into a tree. We had heard a noise, some leaves crunch.

"Stay here. I'll check it out."

"But-" I started to say.

"Don't. Move. I'll be right back." He put his lips next to my ear and whispered, "Did that prove it?" and then disappeared. I sighed, and leaned against a tree. Ok, so maybe he wasn't lying. Could he really like me like that? The more I thought of it, the more possible it seemed.

About 2 hours later, I was starting to get worried. What could be taking him so long? I would have gone and checked myself, but he told me to stay put. Here was another crunch, and I popped up.

"James?"

"No, it's Victoria. James had to do something."

"Then what are you doing here? He said you left him." I was confused.

"Wow, he actually told you that? Did he tell you that he didn't want me to go? Guess what we did for the past couple hours." She paused, then continued on. "Fine then, if you're not going to guess, I'll just have to tell you...He was fucking me."

"What? No. He couldn't...wouldn't...I mean..I...He...I thought he loved me. At least a little."

"You little bitch!" She lunged at me, but I shoved her off, and started running. I headed towards the one home I knew: the Cullens.

Why did I even think I had a chance with him? He had Victoria, and I was nothing. How I thought he could actually like me, I don't know. I hope the Cullens take me back. Where else would I go? I stopped running when I heard someone behind me. A hand grabbed my arm, and spun me around.

"Where the hell do you think you're going, Bella?"

"Get the fuck off me, James. Just let me go." I pushed him away forcefully, but he grabbed my shoulders.

"Why did you leave? I told you to stay there, and when I got back you were gone..."

"Oh, why do you even care? It's not like you weren't off fucking Victoria or anything like that."

"What?! I wasn't-"

"Yes, you were. Don't deny it; she told me herself."

"She was lying, Bella. I would never...after I realized that I love you." I froze up completely. I stopped breathing, moving, even blinking. I couldn't believe he...Hearing him say that made all the difference. I instantly wasn't angry with him, and I understood that Victoria was lying. Him loving me explained why I was alive, and Edward was dead, with Victoria gone. Maybe James didn't realize it at the time, but that was the reason he didn't kill me. I threw my arms around his neck, and I pressed my lips to his, forcing my tongue into his mouth. James staggered back, surprised, then put one hand on my hip, and tangled his other hand in my hair, refusing to let me pull my head back, even if I wanted to. The hand on my hip started inching up, under my shirt, skin on skip, stopping when he reached my bra. He hesitated, so I tightened my grip on his hair, edging him on.

He stopped, removing his hand and lips, shoved back from me, then threw me to the ground. I squealed, and then he was on top of me. James yanked my shirt off, reached back to unclasp my bra, and slid it off. He started kissing me again, and I tugged at the bottom of his shirt, trying to get it off. Suddenly, my arms were pinned above my head.

"No," he growled. "You shouldn't want me. You should hate me..."

"But I don't hate you, so deal with it. You want me, and I'm fine with that." I shoved my arms up, breaking his grip. I still had the newborn strength. I tore at his shirt, succeeding to get it off. Running my hands down his perfectly sculpted chest, I pressed my lips to his. I knotted my hands in his hair. James put one hand on my hip, and slowly dragged it up. He gripped my breast, squeezing lightly. I gasped, and bucked my chest into his hand, needing more. I forced my hands out of his hair, down his chest, to his pants, and started working on his belt buckle.

"Bella, are you sure you want to go that far...this quickly? Edward died less than four days ago," he whispered, lips still close to mine.

"Stop bringing him up. Edward is not a problem anymore. You can't deny chemistry like ours." I moved my hips against his, causing him to groan. "And, yes, I'm absolutely positive about you." I finished with his buckle, and he started on my jeans buttons, pressing his lips to my throat. He brought his mouth lower, licking his way down to my breast. He bit down, and I screamed. James yanked down my jeans, and underwear and I kicked them off. He trailed his hand lower, and then shoved a finger into me. I moaned.

"God bella, you're so fucking tight. You've never done this before, have you?"

"No. Edward was an overprotective prude. He would barley even look at me."

"Hmm... what a shame. He was really missing out on a lot." He finished removing his pants, not giving me time to process it, and slammed into me, fully, completely ignoring that it was my first time. I was a vampire, after all.

I screamed in pain and pleasure. My whole body felt like it was heating up, but nothing like the transformation into a vampire. I clamped my eyes shut, concentrating on the feeling of James in me. He started thrusting in and out of me, bringing me closer to the edge.

"Ugh...James, I'm so close..." I managed to get out.

"Bella, honey, it's ok, let go," he said sweetly. And I did. My orgasm came rushing over me. I was soon gasping for breath. James was not that far after me.