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Only one update today. But its long (by wordy girl drabbles)!

What could this project be and how will Edward deal with having her as a partner?

Stephenie Meyer Twilight…This Steph owns a lot more nasty music for writing!

Whoop There it Is- Tag Team

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Chapter 13: Pinky…. on bare flesh

EPOV

"Introducing your children!" he exclaimed and started passing out the flour bags, one per table.

This was bad.

I hated these experiments.

I killed my tamagachi pet.

I mean this was just a bag of flour, but still.

Mike Newton had immediately dropped his, the flour spilling out everywhere. Mr. Banner looked over at him and shook his head before continuing.

"Like the egg experiment, you have to take care of your little bundle. But the since this is an AP biology class, you are also going to have to deal with some other issues you didn't in Health class," he said and returned to his desk, pulling out a pile of envelopes.

I could feel my chest tightening. How close would we need to get?

Close, I hoped...and feared.

"Each couple will have something special about their bundle. Something they need to research in order to take care of their child. I've also added a little extra something to it. You'll see that each of you have a particular profile as well attached," he said, smiling as he handed the envelopes to each of us.

Bella held on to ours, a frighteningly manic look on her face as she glanced from the sack to me and then down at the mystery envelope. Like she was excited to do this sick and twisted thing with me.

How had this happened? I was either blessed, or damned.

I got to be around her.

But that meant I would be around her.

I wouldn't last five minutes.

We'd have to get more sacks of flour babies for what I wanted to do to my partner.

I mean it was Biology.

And I wanted nothing better than to get biological with her.

Deeply.

I guess I was blessed then. At least I wasn't Newton.

"Mike and I can't be a couple!" Eric Yorkie said, looking down at his broken bag of flour.

"Think of it as 2 1/2 dads Eric," Mr. Banner replied. "Or in this case. ½ a dad."

"I think it's cute! You're like the token gay couple!" Lauren exclaimed, only to realize she was paired with Jessica.

"I bet 2 dads are better than 2 moms!" Mike shot back and high fived Eric, who winced slightly.

"Regardless," Mr. Banner continued. "This is a semester long project. You have to research why your child would have the issues you have been given, what it is to take care of your special child, and budget your time and your salary, based on your profile. And at the end of the semester, you will do an oral report on your findings of how to take care of a special needs child in this world! So get to know your partner, and decide who gets first dibs!"

This was insane.

I had no chance in hell of getting through this with her. Already I wanted to name the thing Junior and ask her if she liked them by the dozen. Because I could practice that with her at least a dozen times a day if she'd let me.

I looked over at Bella, who was suddenly flushed and chewing on her lip.

"Um. Did you want to read over the profile now?" Bella asked, whisper quiet. "Or maybe later, after school?"

I looked up from the sack to see her face flush a little darker.

Was she like… asking me out?

"Uh," I stammered.

I was brilliant.

And all my blood was in my pants.

This was not the distraction I needed!

"I mean, we could do it here," she said, blushing more and pushing her hair back behind her ear.

Her ears were scarlet. I wondered if they would burn my lips if I kissed them.

She glanced awkwardly at me and I realized I hadn't said anything.

"Right. Um. We could talk here," I said, licking my lips. "Or somewhere. Else."

She nodded nervously and looked up at the clock, biting that lip again.

She had really nice teeth. Good for biting.

Damn it, this wasn't going well. I was in pain now.

"Well, the bell's going to ring in a minute, so maybe we can meet at the library or something after school?" she asked, her timid eyes capturing mine.

"Um, yeah, okay."

"Okay, well. Do you want it first?" she asked, blushing a little more deeply.

Damn, did I ever. Of course I might be selfish and just do it and blast off before she had even had a chance to take her first excited gasp.

"I mean I can take it first," she continued and reached out towards the flour sack.

Oh, right… fake kid.

"Yeah, sure. Ladies first," I said just as the bell rang. I stood quickly, my desk jostling the flour sack, both of us jumping forward to catch it.

Mouth, dangerously close.

She smelled like bananas. Shit.

How she held it.

Her hands, over mine.

Hot. Really, really hot. And gripping.

And her chest was pressed into my arm.

I could feel her heart racing. Or was it mine?

And there against my bare bicep… I could feel it even through her shirt, poking.

"I gotta go!" I breathed and slipped past her, knowing she had a firm grasp on the sack.

Oh fuck, I was going to blow in my pants. I knew it.

My problem before with not being able to get off was definitely no trouble this time.

Seconds in.

Thinking of her grasping and I was done for.

I waited in my usual stall until the warning bell, knowing that with last period, there would be lingering in the bathrooms. When I was sure everyone had gone, I cleaned up and made it to History just as the late bell sounded.

I don't know why I bothered coming to class. My mind was nowhere near the Civil War.

More like the Battle of the Bulge.

I frowned at my thoughts and concentrated on the clock instead.

Forty-five minutes until I could see her pert breasts hiding behind that loose shirt.

The minute hand dragged on.

Thirty-seven minutes until I could sneak a peak to see what color her bra was today.

I tried to ignore the throbbing in my jeans.

Thirty-two till her shapely ass.

Twenty-four until I maybe accidently brushed her hair off her shoulder, just to see what it felt like.

Nineteen minutes until I could see her dark eyes gazing into mine, hopefully asking.

Fourteen to see her smile, I hoped.

Nine to realize that I would never touch her or make her smile because I wouldn't be able to stop myself from doing more.

Three before I retreated to the bathroom again, my willpower shattered.

Late by five minutes because the damn lube that Emmett gave me was just not cutting it.

Late by ten because I had to turn my shirt inside out and zip up my sweatshirt.

So it was no surprise when I finally stepped into the library that she was not there.

I glanced around, my high from the anticipation of being close to her all alone dying at the sight of all the empty tables. Why would she wait for me? I was sure she had better things to do.

I turned to leave, but not before I caught movement near the back of the reference section. I craned my neck to look down the long aisle way. Near the end, standing on one of those old wooden ladders, was the backside I had dreamt of pounding for five days now.

I smirked at the idea of sneaking up on her, startling her so that I could just happen to catch her in my arms.

Who knew she startled so easily.

I'd only opened my mouth and taken in a breath.

She let out a shriek and toppled from the ladder, my arms catching her in a less than gallant way than I had imagined.

I had kept her from falling, but this was perhaps worse than letting her bust her ass on the ground.

Because her ass was pushed tight against me as I felt myself stiffening yet again. I'm sure she felt it stirring against the small of her back. My hand tightened around her hip reflexively, pressing her closer.

And my other hand was spread out across her front.

Palm across her trembling stomach.

Pinky… on bare flesh

Thumb….nestled in between her breasts.

Index finger… firmly placed over puckered skin.

My hips flexed on instinct.

I could have maybe recovered from this, just by moving my hand slightly to safer spots. Let her go even.

If she hadn't let out a strangled noise and lean into me a little harder.

Fuck that noise sounded good. And urged my body on.

With her movement, my fingers slipped, rubbing her lightly and feeling her nipple tighten harder from it. I could feel the softness of her breast under my fingers, more yielding than I gave them credit for.

That soft noise vibrated through her again, forcing its way through me. It made me clutch at her a little more forcefully, grinding. My nose buried into the silk of her hair beside her neck and breathing in her sweetness. It was stronger at the base of her neck, like she had been sweating earlier.

I wanted to make her sweat.

And then I wanted to lick her.

My tongue was sliding out of my mouth when the sick realization finally hit me.

I was feeling the new girl up.

Grinding into her in mindless ecstacy.

In the library.

Having just scared her.

I did the only thing my brain seemed to allow.

"I gotta go."

And I let her go to stumble and turn to watch me as I fled. I didn't chance a look back.

I didn't want to see the rage in her eyes at having been violated.

But I could still feel her body against mine, even on the drive home. My fingers tingled where I had felt her breast. I could smell her on my upper lip, and in my nose.

And her noise danced around in my head, begging to question.

Was it pleasure or terror?

Shit.

Carlisle was going to kill me if he found out.

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AN: I think, MGB, you'll discover Bella has no issues with a little Bump N'Grind.

But I guess we'll have to see.

Will post the next one tomorrow, folks… I know I know… cruel…

Have a great Friday!

MWAH!

steph