'If passion drives you, let reason hold the reins.'

Benjamin Franklin

It was brutal; all the things a first kiss should never be. Hard-and-vicious brutal and with no finesse; Red kissed me like she had no idea what to do, but wanted it anyway. She nipped at my lip and laughed in my mouth, dark and dirty as her hand slid down my chest. Not that she was the only active participant; I was all hands and unrepentant. After all, she kissed me. I lifted her at the waist, delighted when her legs wrapped themselves around me without hesitance. Sweeping my arm across the cluttered counter, I dropped her on it, pushing against her as Red pulled at me.

We kissed and bit at each other until our lips were red and swollen, nothing but gasps and grunts filling the air. Red trembled and I loved it, loved the feeling of her fragile body beneath me but clinging. After nothing but fighting, I wanted the fragility. There was no fight in her here; Red was all willing.

She was sweating against the heat of my body, salty on my tongue as I licked my way up her neck. Red reveled in it, head dropping back, spine arching against me as I ground into her. Her nails scratched, the red welts they left healing before she could dig in deeper, though it didn't stop her from trying. I pushed her shirt up without question, growling happily when she let me, holding her arms up as I pulled it over her head.

She was naked beneath, no bra, not that she had much to support but the sight of it tore another snarl from my chest as I smoothed my hands up the expanse of pale skin. Her cheeks were flushed, eyes closed as I touched her, pushing her back, 'til she was sprawled out across my counter-top. Fingers too big to fumble with the button on her jeans, I tugged them down from her body instead, snagging her unsurprisingly boring panties as I went. They fell to the floor, leaving her naked on my counter like a feast to be devoured. She was wet, and I could smell it, making every inch of my skin tingle. I'd never wanted anything so bad as I wanted her to let me have this. Have her.

There was no denying what was going to happen here, though neither of us were saying no. Propped up on her elbows, she kept her legs closed at the knees shyly, as I unbuttoned my jeans, letting them fall to the floor. Her eyes fell to my cock, achingly hard and flat against my stomach. Red's cheeks flushed deeper, chest heaving with tiny, breathy pants as I slipped my hand between her knees, nudging them apart.

I pushed her knees up, planting her feet on the countertop and bending to bury my face between her legs. She was done up like a girl not expecting company downstairs; clean and trimmed but the hedges weren't exactly winning ribbons with the garden club. I didn't fucking care.

Blushing down her chest, she clamped her thighs shut around my head, embarrassed, but I pushed them back gently, licking up her center. She squealed, hips arching up off the counter like she had no idea I'd do such a thing. I licked harder, right along her clit until she was panting, fingers curled over the edges in a white-knuckle death grip.

I was feral with it, licking my way into her with single minded intent. I hadn't so much as looked at a woman sideways since imprinting and that had easily been three months. I was hard up for her; it wasn't a secret. I knew this would end badly but I simply could not stop. I wanted to devour her, sink in to her until my kitchen reeked of sex and she smelled so deeply of me it wouldn't come off her for weeks.

Feral with it, as I said. I let my thumbs spread Red apart, brushing up and down her entrance, teasing. Licking her harder and faster, broad strokes of my flat tongue, I pressed into her with one finger, then two, growling as she opened for me. She was warm and wet and warm; I was just so fucking gone I felt ten seconds from dying on the spot.

Red relaxed beneath my touch, legs falling to the sides to reveal her fully in the light of my kitchen. She gasped as I tugged her to the edge of the counter, arms hooked beneath the juncture of her knee. "Sam..."

I looked up from where I had been blatantly staring. No woman really liked to be inspected up close and personal but I couldn't help myself; I wanted to see all of her. She moaned, nodding once before letting her head fall back, blush flushing down to her chest. With one of her legs propped on my hip and the other bent and planted on the counter, I guided my cock into her, pushing with one steady motion.

She tensed, and I swore; judging from the vice she had on my dick, it had been a long time for the both of us. She hadn't stopped me before, and she wasn't stopping me now, but I still felt torn with pushing in or pulling out. I kind of wanted to do both, over and over again. Instead, I froze.

"Fuck," I groaned, settling her other leg around my waist, and grabbing onto the edges of the counter. "Oh fuck, Red please, oh fuck. Please."

"Yes," she hissed, slurred out in one long moan as she curled up like a stretching cat.

We were slick with sweat, my palm moving to cup the small of her back as I moved against her. Red had her hands in her hands fisted in her hair, mouth open and panting. "Please," she gasped, echoing me as her thighs shook. She looked like she hurt, but she looked like she liked it. "Oh please."

With a painful groan I pulled myself out, shoving her legs farther apart and hopping up on the counter, knees between her thighs. I dragged my hand down her body, between her breasts and across her navel just because I could, before hauling her up into my lap. She sank down on me with much less give, a throaty little whimper tearing out of her throat as I fucked her down on me. We were nose and nose, and I couldn't stop moving even as I asked, stuttered out the words as she clamped around me, "Am I hurting you?"

"God," she breathed, eyes clenched shut. "Fuck, at first…. don't stop now," she breathed together, long fingers slipping into my hair as she moved with me, pushing up against my thighs. "Oh God."

"Red," I growled, panting against her neck as I grabbed her around the waist, moving her against me. Her shins slipped against me as she dug her toes into my thighs. "Red, Red. Bella. Am I hurting you?"

"No," she shuddered, back arching so far we were stomach-to-stomach. "Fuck! Nnngh. Sam," she hissed, pulling my hair hard.

I growled, cupping my hands under her ass and moving her faster. The angle was new, sinking me deeper inside her. I groaned, holding her firmly as I fucked her down on me harder. Her eyes snapped open, wide and bright as she moaned, nails tearing into me hard enough to bring up blood this time. "Oh my God," she breathed. "Yes, yes, oh fuck. Sam, Sam, Sam, Sammmmmnnngh…"

It was short, embarrassingly so, but as soon as she came, tiny body tensing against me, I couldn't help it. I pistoned my hips through both our orgasms; thighs burning as she gasped and panted, shaking around me, her legs clenching tight on mine. Finishing with a groan I pulled out of her, keeping her crushed against me with shaking arms. I was afraid to let her go, and rightly. She was going to freak out.

Red brushed her fingers through my hair, but she was tense and silent. It didn't take a fucking genius to know that this had been a mistake; we hadn't been thinking. Whatever we were, we weren't ready for this. We'd barely stepped out of our realm of hostility. Even if she needed it, I needed to know when to tell her no, and this time, I couldn't. This time, I needed it too. It might have been the only time we'd ever agree, and we were both wrong.

"Shit," she said, and I looked down at her, where she was look up at the ceiling. "Shit. Shit! What the hell did we just do!"

Sitting back on my haunches and ignoring the cramp in my calf, I blinked, hands slipping on her sweat soaked skin. "Uh."

"Fucking hell! Let go of me," she growled, kneeing me in the stomach, as she slipped down my thighs, legs still spread, onto my countertop. We were on my fucking countertop. Christ. "Oh my God. Oh...oh my God. We just..I just let you...I mean...Oh my God!" she stammered, sitting up abruptly. It hurt to let her go, when all I wanted to was crush her against me, and maybe take her to bed. "Oh my God. Oh my God."

"Hey, hey," I said gently, grabbing her hand. "Calm down Red. Breathe, it's okay."

"Calm down?" She blinked. "Calm down. We just had sex!"

"Uh...yeah," I agreed. "I thought it was a mutual thing. I mean...I asked...you said I didn't hurt you." Something sick twisted up in my gut and I felt myself go cold. "It was mutual-"

"Shut up!" she all but screamed. "You didn't fucking...fuck. You didn't hurt me. I practically fucking begged like a fucking whore, didn't I? Oh my God."

I shifted awkwardly, leaning down to grab her shirt where it was hanging of a drawer pull. Handing it to her, I forced a grin. "At least you said please?"

Her cheeks reddened as she snatched her shirt from my hands. "Shut up," she said, violently slapping my hands. There were tears in her eyes, clinging to her lashes. "You don't...you don't even like me. You think I'm a bitch."

"You are a bitch," I blurted out. "Shit, Red that's not..."

"No," she said, kicking me in the thigh to move off the counter. Her foot narrowly missed a steak knife and I cringed. "No you're right," she muttered, bending over to grab up her jeans. She yanked them up her legs, pushing the mess of sweat-sticky hair out of her face. "I am a bitch. All I do is fight with you, because all you do is piss me off. I don't...how the hell did this happen?" she asked, looking up at me. "Fuck. I'm sorry; this was a mistake."

"Red," I said, chasing after her a she headed for the door. "Don't say that. Wait, we should talk!"

"No," she said, looking at me over her shoulder, hand already pushing open the screen door. "There's...there's really nothing to talk about. We had sex. That's it. It was just sex," she said firmly, looking me in the eye as if daring me to deny it. "We're not even friends. This was a mistake. I should...I should go."

"Bella, I can be your friend," I murmured, pleading. Her name sounded strange on my mouth; she wasn't Bella to me, she was my Little Red, my girl who ran with wolves. "Just...stay and talk to me. Please."

She sighed, shoulders dropping. "I don't think that's a good idea. I can't think...I never know what I'm thinking when I'm with you. If I told you I wasn't always...screaming, I don't think you'd believe me, but you bring out the worst in me Sam, I just don't get it. You just...you get under my skin."

tbc