A/N:

Hey... so... smut fic... kinda fun, right kels?
shh... the smut is a secret. peeps gotta search it out, duh.

*giggles* oops.
way to go. but seriously folks. bels here is a trooper.. a bagillion days of staying up POVing til 5am. that's some fucking dedication. AND she doesn't let me fade to black... even as a joke. So seriously, thank her.

Good Lord, kels... when are you gonna stop hounding me to sleep? :P
Um, I dunno. Never? And I don't... I mean look it's like.. 5am there now.

Shhh... they don't have to know that. But they do need to know that Steph Meyer owns Twilight
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CHAPTER THREE

EPOV

I came home late, only to have to hang my head and crawl into bed with my fiancée. I clutched her tight to my chest all through the night, trying to squish the feelings out of me and was still doing so this morning, as we woke up. It was one of those moments when I wished that my father was around to help me out. But after he'd left my mother, he moved to some random town in the middle of fucking no where. I pulled Tanya closer to me, and groaned. I didn't want to be like my father. That was the one thing I'd worked hard at. But now, here I was, teetering dangerously close to that.

"Baby, you okay?" Tanya said sleepily, pushing the hair off of my forehead.

"Yeah." I kissed her lips softly, as an unsolicited shot of kissing Bella entered my mind.

"Where do you want to get dinner tonight?" She asked, nuzzling into the crook of my neck.

"Where ever you want, love. It's your dinner."

"So it is," she laughed. "Then I'll pick you up after work."

"What about my car?"

She grabbed my ass, pulling me closer and sucking on my jaw. "I can drive you in."

So much for trying to see Bella today. Fuck. I had to stop thinking like that. Ever since I'd left her, she'd been clouding my mind. It wasn't good... it wasn't right. I was where I was supposed to be, but it felt all wrong. "Okay. That sounds good. Lemme just get cleaned up and we can go, okay?"

She kissed me again, and let me go. I went quickly through my shower/shave then went downstairs to rush through breakfast.

"Ready?" Tanya called. I could hear her putting on her shoes in the foyer and I met her out there. I knew I would be early to my studio, but it didn't really matter. I needed to figure my shit out and get back on track. If I was playing a game, I had to work on my plan.

After Tanya dropped me off, I spent my day developing shots from last week and trying to figure out how I was going to do this. Did I want Tanya to find out I was sleeping with Bella? Or would it be better if I walked in on her again? I didn't think that I could handle that. As much as I hated her for doing it, I couldn't bear to watch that again. But then what about Bella? Should I have told her that her boyfriend was sleeping with my fiancée? Probably. That would have been the right thing to do. But instead, I jumped on top of her and had the best sex of my life in the process. And as much as I wanted to, I didn't regret it. It was too good to regret. I texted Bella a few times monday afternoon to try and set something up, but she never responded. Maybe she was over it? I felt that searing pain in my chest again, and I had to push the thought out of my mind. Apparently it was too difficult for me to think about.

Seven came around quickly, and I was back in Tanya's car, speeding our way across town to her favorite restaurant. "I'm so glad we're doing this. I feel like I haven't seen you in forever."

I put my hand over hers and squeezed. "I know."

"Our session with the therapist is on Thursday. You won't forget, right?"

"No, no. I'll be there."

"Good. I really think we're getting somewhere, don't you?"

I quirked an eyebrow and looked out the window. "We're somewhere alright."

"Hey, what's that supposed to mean."

I sighed a little and turned back to her. "Tanya, we've been engaged for two years now, and we haven't even begun to plan the wedding."

"So?"

"So don't you think that's a little strange?"

She adjusted her grip on the steering wheel. "Edward, what does it matter when we do it? We're going to be together forever. What difference does it make when we actually say I do?"

My stomach got a bit queasy at the thought of spending eternity with Tanya. "Well, I would just think that you'd want to do it. Get it over with."

"Well, gee Edward, when you put it like that--"

"That's not what I meant!" I said with a huff. I closed my eyes and leaned back against the head rest. "That's not what I meant. It's just that we've been doing this dance for so long... why shouldn't we make it official?"

She sighed and pulled into the parking lot. "Baby, it's only a piece of paper. What does it matter?"

"I guess it doesn't." I said, getting out of her car, then following into the restaurant.

I was completely defeated. But like Tanya said, what did it really matter? I would tow the line and do what I had to. That's what people were expecting, after all. And maybe if I didn't have to marry her, I'd never have to...

Well, if we didn't get married, what would be the point? Really, in thinking about it, we were no more engaged than we were six years ago. In fact, I think we were happier then. Maybe I could spend some time with Bella as a little bit of... stress relief. We could have fun together and escape real life, and then when it stopped being fun, we could stop. It would be easy, clean and simple.

A little simple was what I needed.

BPOV

The week went by agonizing slow. It seemed like I spent more time checking to see if I'd received a call from Edward, than anything. On Monday, I'd received a few generic texts with "hi" and "hope ur ok" but nothing to confirm it was him. I thought that at least he would have made some reference to the past weekend in his message so I knew who it was. But not a peep from him.

I arrived at work on Wednesday morning and checked my cell phone for the hundredth time since I woke up. It was seriously bordering on obsessive, but I couldn't help it. Edward had consumed my mind; I'd had to consciously not say his name the night before when James was jack hammering away and getting his.

Work dragged on and I was convinced the management was setting the clocks back to make us work 12 hour days instead of 8. A little after 10, I pulled out my cell phone and scrolled through my text messages to the mystery number. Before I could rethink it, I replied:

Week is dragging. How're the smurfs?

I shut my phone and tried to focus back on my work, but I kept looking at my cell sitting on the desk out of the corner of my eye. Even though I'd been glancing at it, I jumped when I hear it rattle against the fake wood of the table. Reaching for it immediately, I flipped it open.

Missing you, but fine otherwise. When can I see you?

The smile that spread over my face could probably be seen from space.

I can take lunch at noon, if you're free.

I hit send and took a deep breath. It was him... he or at least his smurfs, had missed me. I had missed him

I'll be there. Can't wait to see you.

If someone were to have asked me what I did at work after I'd sent him the address to my office, I wouldn't have been able to answer.

At a quarter to 12, I sent him another message telling him I'd meet him in the lobby. After a pit stop in the ladies room, I made my way down to the main floor. My eyes locked on him immediately and my mind went to the x-rated vision I had of the body that was currently clothed and standing in front of me.

"Hey." I said, tapping his shoulder.

He spun around, grinning broadly. "Hi. How was work?"

My heart was racing and I debated jumping him then and there. But instead I took a deep breath and smiled shyly. "Couldn't tell you. I've kinda been unable to think about anything except seeing you since this morning." I blushed as I heard the words tumble out of my mouth.

He leaned forward kissing my temple tenderly. "I haven't been able to get you out of my mind since I left on sunday."

I laughed a little and looked up at him. "Oh thank god, me either."

He chuckled a little and rested his forehead against mine. "You ready to go?"

I nodded against him. "Lead the way."

We walked down the street side by side. "I saw a hole in the wall Italian place on my way over. Is that okay?" He asked.

I nodded. "Mhm. That works."

He turned to look at me, and turned his lips up into a smirk and he reached for my hand as we turned the corner nearing the restaurant. I felt the familiar warmth spread up my arm and through my body. We neared the alley where the dumpsters for a few local restaurants sat at the end of the dead end road. I tugged on his arm and pulled him into it.

"Bella what-"

My lips attached to his without a moment of hesitation. After a second of what I assumed was shock, I felt his lips move against mine. One of his hands ran through my hair gripping the back of my head and pushing my mouth harder against his. His body rotated and mine followed as he pinned me against the brick wall. My tongue slid along his bottom lip and his mouth pulled it inside, sucking gently. He moaned as our tongues fought for dominance and his other hand wrapped around my waist pulling me flush against him. My hands wove through his hair and pulled. He groaned louder and pulled his lips from mine slowly, staring down at me.

EPOV

I smiled down at her, squeezing her tighter. "We should probably go in." I leaned in and kissed her again, slower this time.

"Yeah... yeah, you're right." She said, pulling away then leading me into the restaurant.

"Two, please." I said to the hostess. She raised an eyebrow as her eyes roamed over my body, and I had to choke back the vomit in my mouth. I was so confused though. I used to be the guy that could handle a ton of female attention and remain faithful, but here I was on a lunch date with my other girlfriend. What a failure I'd turned out to be. Bella slid into the booth first and I sat across from her. She snapped her menu up almost immediately. It was almost like she was... hiding from me?

I pulled down the top of her menu until her eyes met mine. "Something wrong?"

She shook her head. "No, just... isn't this part, I mean... isn't it a little weird for you?"

I smiled a little at her. "Kind of. Should we... do you think we should take things slower?" I didn't want to. I really didn't want to. But I found myself willing to do whatever Bella wanted in the end.

She pulled her bottom lip back into her mouth and shook her head. "No, I mean... not unless you want to. But I don't..."

My smile got impossibly wider as I looked at her. "Then don't worry about it. Yeah, our situation's fucked up, but... you... you're worth it." Fuck, I sounded like such a fucking sleeze. It really sounded like I was just trying to get in her pants. But wait, wasn't I? I didn't know any more. Being with Bella made me remember what it was like to have fun with someone again, without worrying about consequences and due dates. I didn't owe her anything, nor she to me.

The waiter came and took our orders, and I couldn't help but notice the way her nose turned up when I ordered mushroom ravioli. "What?"

"Nothing. I just hate mushrooms."

I laughed a little. "Why?"

She shook her head and tapped her fingers on the table. "I don't want to tell you."

"No. C'mon. You have to tell me."

She laughed and looked up at me. "Well doesn't it freak you out that you're about to eat a fungus?"

I cocked my head to the side and looked at her. "I guess I never thought of it like that."

"Well, I mean... you wouldn't scrape the mold off of a loaf of bread and stick it in a pasta pillow, would you?"

"No, I suppose not." I was so, so confused.

"So then how come you find mushrooms on EVERYTHING? I mean, sandwiches, pasta, it's its own side dish even. It's insane how this fungus is taking over the world."

"Yeah... insane." I said, still looking at her. Honestly, though, the only insane thing that I saw was that this girl was wrapping me around her little finger. I wasn't running away from her odd confession, I was sitting across from her with bated breath for the next one. I'd never been through anything like this in my entire life.

"Oh, god. I'm sorry. I was rambling." She was chewing on her bottom lip and her eyebrows were pulled together in worry. I put my hand over hers on the table and ran my thumb across her skin.

"It's fine. I love knowing what you're thinking."

She smiled at me and started into another story, and by the time we were through with lunch, I found out that Bella hated the texture of velvet, didn't understand the concept of relative humidity, and that her guilty pleasure were Golden Girls re-runs.

I loved every single second of it. It was like everything she said pulled me closer and closer to her, and I found that to be the only thing I wanted. And that scared me more than anything.

BPOV

He was listening to me ramble and I tried shutting up, numerous times even, but he kept encouraging me. "You know you're going to be a terrible influence on me. You're going to make me think I have interesting things to say." I laughed as we walked back towards my office.

His forehead creased and he stopped to turn and look at me. "But you do; I don't know why you'd think anything different."

I laughed harder as I faced him. "Edward, having an irrational borderline insane fear of mushrooms is hardly interesting - unless it's being said to a shrink."

"Well,I thought it was insightful." He said, a smile tugging on his lips as he began walking again.

We turned the corner and neared my building. My face fell as I realized this was the last time I'd probably see him for at least a few days; I didn't like that thought at fucking all. "So... when do I get to hear about your tv habits and crazy ideas?"

"This weekend maybe? I have to spend most of saturday at the studio, but I might be able to tear myself away." His face turned and he smirked down at me.

"No, no.. your work is important. You shouldn't leave work to spend time with me..." my voice trailed off as I stared down at the ground. I wait a beat before looking up at him again. "Um, I know this is kinda... weird, considering we just spent an hour together, but... what about tonight? James is working grave again. I could... I could make us dinner?"

"I'd love that."

I bit my lip trying to conceal the beaming smile that was spreading rapidly, but it was no use. "Okay, great.." I giggled. I was fucking giggling what the fuck was that? "Um.. so I guess I'll see you tonight? How about, 7ish?"

"I'll be there."

I took a breath, trying to slow down my rapid heart beat and nodded. "Well I better get back. I'll see you tonight then," I finalized slowly walking back towards the doors.

EPOV

I watched her disappear into the elevator and I smiled to myself. I was completely in with this girl and I had no idea how it had happened. One minute I was in control, and the next I was wrapped up in a chocolate brown, strawberry scented blanket. I didn't want to be anywhere except there. Too bad I had an obligation to my fiancée. I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket and pulled it out quickly.

"Hello?" I held my breath and hoped it was Bella.

"Hey, Baby, it's me." Tanya's voice was bored, and I knew what was coming.

"Hey," I said, letting out my puff of air.

"Listen, I have to work late tonight. I probably won't be home til... three or so?"

Yeah, she'll be working... working James' cock. "Mhm."

"So, Don't wait up for me. I'm sorry, baby."

"It's okay, Tanya. I'll catch up with you tomorrow."

"Okay, I love you."

"Love you too." I hung up the phone with a sigh, but then smiled at my luck. I could spend the night with Bella, and not worry about Tanya. I should just break up with her, huh? She was already seeing someone else and so was I. To go through with a wedding at this point... it seemed wrong. I couldn't bring children into the world with Tanya, and I definitely didn't see myself as happy with her. I sighed, and went into my building, which was conveniently located only five blocks from Bella's. Bella. Shit. What the hell would all of this do to her? I had to talk to Tanya... I had to figure shit out. I just... I knew I had to make this situation less fucked up.

By the time I was pulling into Bella's, I knew what I had to do, but since Tanya was 'working late' I couldn't talk to her until the morning. So for now, things would stay the same. But only for now. I knocked on Bella's door, and she threw it open with a flourish, smiling brightly at me. "Hi."

I grinned at her. "Let me in so I can greet you properly."

She stood to the side and let me in, and as soon as the door was shut, I scooped her up into my arms and kissed her. I groaned the second her lips touched mine, and it felt like it had been too long since I'd tasted her. I didn't know how I'd even made it the last three days without this. Her hands found their way into my hair and she pulled me closer to her. Fuck, I loved it when she did that. I wrapped her legs around my waist and stumbled back into her bedroom, tossing her down onto the bed.

"Fuck, Bella... " I said, as I watched her start to strip.

"Edward... Edward... c'mon..." she said as she lifted her shirt, leaving her in her plain white cotton bra. "Please, I need you in me."

Her hair was already tousled around her face, and her eyes were wide. I was panting at the sight of her. She was the sexiest thing in the world and she wanted me. I went to her, pulling off my tee shirt in the process as I pulled her into me. My mouth flew down her neck, nipping and sucking where it could before I found a spot just above her collar bone to leave my mark. She gasped and thrust her hands into my hair. "Fuck, Edward..." She moaned. I felt my cock get hard as her hands found their way to my pants and began undoing them, and not wanting for her to feel left out, I began to do the same to her. I pulled them down as far as I could without her help, so we separated and got rid of her pants. Once she was done, I jumped her... literally. I crashed down on top of her, smashing my lips to hers as my hands roamed across her smooth skin.

"Fuck, Bella, you have no idea how much I've been missing you." I whispered, just as her hands began moving south.

"Then show me."

BPOV

He was right there. It had been too fucking long and I need him inside me. My hands wrapped around to his ass and squeezed his cheeks. He looked down at me, and puffed out, "Condom?" I tilted my head to the left where the 4 remaining condom packs and a brand new box laid. He raised an eyebrow at the sight. "Planning on getting some tonight?"

"Not just some, a lot." I replied as he tore the pack open with his teeth. One of his hands reached up to to grab the condom, but my hand was quicker and grabbed his wrist. "Allow me..."

He audibly gulped and nodded, handing the condom over. My hand slid down between us and wrapped around his shaft. At the sudden contact he bucked into my hand. "Shit, Bella." His lips rammed against mine and his tongue shoved its way inside my mouth, dueling with mine. I slid the condom on and we adjusted so he was positioned right at my entrance. He tilted his head up slightly, effectively removing his lips from mine. "Is this okay, are you ready?" He asked as one arm brushed up and down the side of my body affectionately.

I moved his dick along my slit and let out a sigh. Fuck he felt good. He buried his face in the crook of my neck and let out a breath. "Fuck Bella, you're so wet."

"There's your answer. That'll always be my answer." I said kissing his temple as I felt him thrust into me in one hard motion. His lips swallowed my surprised yelp, and he began moving against me immediately. My hands trailed from his ass, scratching my finger tips up his back and finally finding their comfortable position in his hair as he pumped in and out of me.

"Shit Edward," I breathed against his lips.

"God, I know... it's like..." he swallowed in a heap of air before continuing. "It's like you're pussy was fucking made for me. You're so tight and warm... fuck Bella, you're perfect."

I moaned and bent my knees up further, my hands trailing back down to his ass to push him further inside me. He groaned and pushed hims mouth against mine roughly, gripping my hip as I ground them in time with his. He began picking up the pace and I could see sweat glistening from his forehead and arms.

"Move," I panted.

"What?"

"I want to ride you. I like the view of watching you cum better from there." I admitted.

He slid out of me and rolled onto his back. "I'm never going to tell you not to get on top of me Bella," he half panted-half laughed as I straddled his cock and sank down onto him. We both moaned at the new angle and we picked up the same fast tempo we'd had moments ago. His hands moved up my sides to my chest and he began palming my tits. "Fuck Bella, you have the most beautiful fucking body.." I hummed in appreciation and slammed down on his dick grinding into his pelvis as roughly as I could.

"Shit!" His hands dropped to my hips as his head flew back. He began thrusting wildly into me as I picked up my speed. "Shit. Fuck.. Oh God, Edward! Edward, fuck! Fuck!" I screamed as his hips bucked frantically against mine. The thumb on his left hand moved and he stuck it in his mouth lubricating it before pushing it against my clit and tracing frantic circles around it.

"That's it baby... Bella, I need you to cum for me. Milk my dick.. shiiiit." He growled with labored breath. "OH FUCK EDWARD! FUCK, OH GOD YES! EDWARD! EDWAAAARD!!" I moaned loudly feeling my walls clamp around his cock as the waves rolled through my body. He thrusted into me once more before spilling into the condom, in me. God, I wanted to feel him cum in me without the condom. We both sat there for a minute, catching our breaths. I slid off him and stood on the floor beside the bed.

"Where are you going?" He asked sitting up and leaning against the headboard. I grabbed my bathrobe that was flung over my desk chair and wrapped it around myself.

"Hm? Oh. I wasn't kidding, I made you dinner. And you should eat something; we have a whole new box to get through before morning." I said with a wink as I pulled my hair up into a loose bun.

I turned to walk out the room, but his arms encircled my waist before I could get to the doorway.

"Now now, Bella. I think I have enough energy to make you cum at least three more times before dinner is served." He whispered in my ear, nipping at my neck. I leaned my head back against his chest as he sucked on my pulse point.

Dinner could wait a little bit longer...

EPOV

Six fucks and eight orgasms later, Bella and I were sitting in bed with the TV on, twirling spaghetti on our forks and watching Law and Order re-runs on USA.

"What I don't get," Bella said, chewing thoughtfully. "Is why all of these crimes can be solved in an hour long span. I mean, that's not realistic."

I laughed a little, and twisted one of my legs with hers. "Well, love, they only have an hour long time slot."

"True," she said, jabbing the air with her fork. "But they could, like, make it a serial."

"Come again?"

"You know, like... umm, something like Desperate Housewives where each show plays into the next."

I shook my head, "But you'd get bored. A show like this needs to have different characters and constant drama."

She rolled her eyes at me, "Edward, have you seen Heroes?"

I nodded and twirled more noodles around my fork. "Okay, fine point taken."

"Edward?"

"Bella?"

"What's your favorite Indiana Jones movie?"

"Hmm, Raiders, obviously."

"Good answer. Did you ever find it weird that the same guy who played Han Solo played Indy?"

I laughed a little and smiled at her. "No, not really. Why?"

She shrugged, looking down at her plate. "I dunno. I mean, those are two huge characters."

"Yeah, but Harrison Ford's pretty versatile. I think I could believe him in any part."

She smiled over at me, "Me too."

She was doing something to me, this girl. She was sucking me in and making me fall for her and need her. Honestly that was the last thing I needed to happen, but ironically, the first thing I wanted to happen.

"So how did you and James meet?" I asked.
She swallowed her mouthful before answering. "The short answer is college. The longer one is he pretty much pursued me relentlessly everyday for months until I said yes." She paused for a second then looked at me. "What about you and Tanya?"

"Same, basically. She lived on my floor when we were sophomores. My brother set us up, actually. Do you have any siblings?"

"Mhm. An older brother, Emmett. Complete opposite of me - loud, well coordinated, big, blonde hair/blue eyes... people don't even guess that we're related." She laughed a little. "But we're pretty close. What about you, oh and what are your parents like?"

"Older Brother, Jasper and older sister, Rosalie. My dad split when I was twelve, so my mom raised us pretty much alone. You?"

"Mom's in Florida - remarried to a guy who plays pro baseball for Tampa Bay. Grew up with my dad, he's a cop in a town just outside Port Angeles. Least favorite vegetable both as a kid, and now?"

"Hmm, as a kid: cauliflower, but that was until I was introduced to collard greens. Favorite of Snow White's seven dwarfs?"

"Duh, the only logical and best answer... Sneezy. I mean imagine being the 'voice over' for him? All you'd do is go 'AH... AH... ACHOO!' over and over again. He definitely had the most profound effect on the story." She looked at me seriously before breaking out into a huge smile. "Favorite moment as an adult - to date?"

I really wanted to say meeting her. My heart was beating faster as I watched her smiling at me as though we hadn't a care in the world. I wanted to keep it that way. I wanted her to know that I wanted her. "Well, there was this girl I bumped into one time. I ended up having dinner with her."

"And..." she pushed.

I shrugged, letting my gaze meet hers. "I don't know. But I can't wait to see what happens."

She took my plate and hers and put them on the nightstand before straddling my waist. "First thought in your head right.... now!"

I laughed softly. "I want to kiss you."

She tilted her head to the side, pretending to mull it over. "Hm..." Her lips were hovering above mine. "I guess that could be okay."

I leaned in a pressed my lips to hers; softly at first, but then getting harder and harder as she fisted her hands in my hair. Her tongue plundered into my mouth, and she began massaging mine, which in turn made me moan into her mouth. We kept at it for a few more minutes, until we had to pull away and catch our breath. I had my forehead to hers, my arms wrapped securely around her waist and as much as I wanted to stay with her, I knew I couldn't.

"Love, I should go."

She grumbled, and pulled me closer. "No."

I dropped my head to her shoulder and rocked her in my lap. "I'll see you this weekend, remember? It'll be here in no time."

"I thought I told you, I didn't want you blowing off work projects for me, Edward?"

I laughed and pressed my lips to her shoulder. "I won't. I promise. Just... come see me, please?"
She ran her fingers through my hair, and I could feel her smiling against me. "Okay, I'll be there. Just let me know when; I don't want to disturb a genius at work"

I lifted my head and looked at her. "As soon as you can be there, I want you."

She smiled back at me, and brushed her lips against mine. "Okay. I'll call you."

I planted one last kiss on her forehead before we disentangled, and I got dressed. I leaned back over her, half asleep and naked in her bed. "I'll see you later, Love. And please; don't make me wait a whole three days before I hear your voice again."

She smiled and ran her hand down my face. "You won't."

I moved my head to kiss her palm, then leaned down to kiss her. "I'll see you this weekend."

"Bye," she murmured as she rolled over and curled up. I would have given anything to have her curled up around me. Once I got to my car, reality set in, and I knew I couldn't avoid my reality any longer. I was falling for Bella Swan. As much as I didn't want to, and as much as I resisted, it didn't change the fact that I craved her; her presence, her voice, even her smell. I wanted it all. I didn't know what I would do if I couldn't have it.