This is the next outtake, carrying on from the last chapter.

A/N: I don't own Twilight or its characters; they belong to Stephanie Meyer. This is just what they got up to in my mind.

Chapter 15C: Now my indecision was breaking both of our hearts.

All it took was one step into her house for me to instantly remember every reason I believed I couldn't do this, but every reason I should fucking try harder.

Tyler's tiny Sketchers were by the welcome mat. A pile of dinosaurs were on his play table and his sippy cup was on the kitchen draining board.

All reminders of the decision I had to make.

A vase of brightly colored roses stood tall in the center of the dining table, immediately making my caveman instincts kick in. Where the hell had they come from? Who the hell had they come from? I used a vast amount of will power to bite back those words and instead focus on the fact that I was the one here with Bella now.

I watched her as she scooped up a few papers from the kitchen worktop and arranged them in a pile, and then quickly tidied away a few cups. Although her house looked pretty immaculate to me, she was busying herself by tidying things that didn't need tidying, and I knew her well enough to know she was trying to distract herself from our current unexpected situation.

"I didn't exactly think I'd have company tonight," she explained, breaking the silence we found ourselves in. "I thought I'd be spending my evening with Ben and Jerry after seeing you with some leggy blond at the party..."

My hands reached out and grasped her shoulders as I spun her around, making her squeal in surprise.

"Edwa..."

"I don't want anyone else," I growled at her angrily.

"Well you don't want me either."

"Bullshit!" I spat, still holding both her shoulders as I resisted the urge to shake her and make her understand.

Jesus, she made me so fucking mad sometimes. Didn't she know how much I wanted her?

How I couldn't stay away from her, even when I knew I should.

How much easier my life would be if I didn't feel this magnetic pull to her.

"I've never wanted any woman half as much as I want you," I confessed, trying to control the tone of my voice but even I could hear the gravely undertones when I spoke.

"Sure!" She scoffed, not makings eye contact with me.

She didn't believe me. Fine. I'd just have to show her how damn serious I was then.

I stepped impossibly closer to her. Her breath hitched but she didn't break my hold on her. She wanted me too. I knew it.

The way her tongue wet her bottom lip told me everything I needed to know and my lips found hers even before her hands found my chest, which was pretty damn quick, I can tell you.

She gasped into my mouth as I felt her relent and melt into my body.

Finally, she was in my arms again.

Right where I always wanted her.

Always needed her.

Her fingertips stroked the bare skin of my chest while her soft moans made my dick instantly hard. I couldn't help it, she was so close.

She gasped when she felt what she did to me which only made my dick twitch again with desire.

She smelled amazing, feminine and...just...Bella. I moaned again as her tongue found mine. Her body had been tormenting me since the second I'd seen her tonight and now I could finally touch her the way I wanted to.

But after a few more seconds she withdrew slightly from our embrace and I immediately berated myself for getting hot and heavy too quickly.

She buried her head in my chest and took several deep breaths, soaking in our situation. "I hate wanting you so damn much," she groaned, to herself as much as me.

"No you don't." I almost growled at her. I took a step back so I could study her face. "You love it. Those butterfly in your stomach. That ache deep in your bones. That longing that makes your skin tighten. You feel it, don't you?"

"Edward…" her tone was so full of want and need I had to tighten my fists to stop pulling her to me.

"Don't you?" I insisted. I wanted her to admit it. To say it. Outloud.

"Yes." She admitted begrudgingly.

"Good because you must know by now how much I want you?"

"Not enough to try." Her words were blunt but her fingers still stroked my chest, her body acting in contradiction to her mind.

"Bella, don't... "

She raised her head and looked me directly in the eyes. Pleading. Again. But what for?

My hands found her hair and my thumbs stroked over her lips. "Fuck...Bella. Tell me this is okay...I know it's fucked up but..."

"Just fucking kiss me, Edward."

The deep groan that followed her words was my final undoing.

I was beyond desperate.

I pulled her body back to mine, crashing my lips to hers as I picked her up, holding on to her ass as I lifted her feet off the floor, never taking my lips from hers.

I planned on finding her room but we only made it a few feet to the sofa before I laid her down and found myself on top of her.

Her legs spread underneath mine, making way for my center to find hers.

As much as I wanted this to be romantic I knew it wouldn't be. There was an urgency from both of us. Whether it was a need to keep going before one of us changed our minds or the tension of being apart I didn't know, but we were both frantic.

I don't remember her removing my shirt and I don't know if it was her or me who removed my pants, but I know for sure it was me who pulled the bottom of her dress up and the top part down to expose her tits. We didn't even remove her panties, merely pushing them to one side for my quick entrance.

And my entrance wasn't the only thing that was quick.

Embarrassingly, I wouldn't be winning any endurance awards for that performance. I was so desperate for her and when I felt how ready she was for me I entered her in one thrust, holding one of her knees up by her waist to change the angle at which we met. Her moans told me this was going to be quick and frantic for her, too.

Thankfully, I held out long enough to hear her moan my name before I gave in and found my release.

A few seconds after we'd come down from our high she was moving beneath me in a totally different way. She scooted backwards, lowering her dress to cover herself properly as I sat up and pulled my boxers back in place.

Silence followed as Bella busied herself, re-adjusting her hair and dress and I stood to fetch my pants from the floor.

"Can I use your bathroom?" I asked, threading my legs through my pants but not buttoning them up.

"Of course, you know where it is."

Once I'd sorted myself out I'd took a minute to calm down. I looked at my fucked up hair in the mirror and took a few deep breaths before returning to Bella's living room.

When I found her she was standing with her back to me which made it easier to say what I needed to. "Bella...I know you want answers..."

"This doesn't change anything...I know. Now, put your damn shirt on," she grumbled, turning and thrusting it into my chest as she walked toward the kitchen, not making eye contact with me.

"This would be so much easier if I hated you," she closed her eyes, her expression looking pained. "You can't accept Tyler so I should let you go, simple as that. Except it's not."

"Please don't hate me," I whispered in reply.

"I don't hate you. I'm not a naive girl, I knew nothing would change." She was furiously tidying again as I held onto my shirt, watching her fling around a dishcloth which I feared she might throw at me if I wasn't careful.

"I wish it would," I muttered childishly.

"I get it. Wanting me and wanting to be a role model figure to a three-year-old are two different things. Making sure he has his fruit and veg and spending twenty minutes looking for his left shoe aren't for you. I get that, I do, and I have to deal with that. But I can't do that with you standing in my living room half-naked so you need to go." Her tone was so blunt and distant I was too shocked to move.

She must have sensed my hesitation because she continued. "I know you don't have your car but there's a car service number on the fridge. I'd drive you but I don't think that's a good idea."

"It's not that..." I was interrupted, this time by my cell phone. After fishing it out of my pants I saw it was Emmett.

"Sorry." I silenced the call, giving our situation the attention it warranted.

As I looked up from my phone Bella spoke again.

"Please, put your damn shirt on, Edward." Her voice sounded pained as I remembered the garment I was holding and threaded my arms into the sleeves and hastily buttoned it up.

"I don't know how to make this better." My voice was small as I ran my hands through my hair, reminding me of the way Bella had done the same thing mere minutes ago.

Her big brown eyes met mine in a heart-breaking expression.

"Edward," she started, twisting the dishcloth she was still holding, "I've learned over the past few years that there are some situations you can't make better. As much as you may want to, really fucking badly, you can't."

Bella was certainly talking about our situation, but her words only served to remind me of all she'd been through with Jake. I felt the pit of my stomach sink somehow lower as I thought of the ways in which my attempts to comfort her today had had the opposite effect and made our situation a whole lot worse.

I remained silent, thinking about how we shouldn't have a situation at all. We weren't together. I'd made sure of that.

And now my indecision was breaking both of our hearts.

My cell ringing broke our silence. Seeing it was Emmett again and knowing he was unlikely to stop calling until I answered, I tapped the screen and grumbled a greeting.

"Yeah, I'm around I've...l just popped out, I'll be back soon. Em, you're not my damn bodyguard, I'll be back soon, okay?"

I didn't give him much time to answer before hanging up and looking apologetically at Bella.

She was cross at me. Again. She was pacing back and forth, wringing the dishcloth in her hands as she cursed me further. Damn she was cute when she was mad, all furrowed brows and pursed lips.

She closed her eyes and took a deep breath before she spoke. "This is great, Edward. I know how you and your brother are, now he's gonna know all about this. I have to see him in a few days for a damn parent-teacher conference and now he'll know I've been off fucking his brother tonight."

I shrugged. She was right. Em would have probably put two and two together by now and if he hadn't yet, he would soon.

"He'll be discreet," I promised. "I didn't plan this, I just saw you and...I didn't think it through. I didn't mean to do this and then just leave, I guess I wasn't thinking about afterwards."

"It wasn't all you, I wanted it too," Bella relented. "But I can't do this anymore, Edward. I can't play these games. It's best that you go."

I should have been happy that she'd admitted she wanted me, but instead I knew she now wanted me to leave.

"Shouldn't we talk about this?" I suggested, noting Bella was already shaking her head.

"Any man who can't see how amazing and special my son is doesn't deserve to know us. You can't accept him so you can leave now." Her words were harsh, her voice an angry tone I'd never heard from her before.

"I didn't say I can't accept him, I just need more time..."

"Edward, please, just go." She raised her voice and started flapping the dishcloth around again. "Go. Out. Leave."

"Bella..."

"Nothing's changed. You haven't accepted Tyler so there's no way this can work. Now go." Tears were forming in her eyes as she approached me and gave my chest a light shove.

I took a step back but didn't break eye contact with her. "Can I call you?"

"No. Go. Please." Her voice cracked on her last word and broke a piece of my heart with it. Her hands pushed me further towards her door as let her move me backwards, finally accepting what she was asking of me.

"Okay. Okay." I reached for her hands but she pulled away.

"Okay, bye, Bella." I reluctantly turned and left her house, shutting the front door and hearing her lock it behind me.

As mentioned there are two more chapters in this outtake.

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Thanks to SarcasticBimbo and EdwardsFirstKissfor giving up their time to beta and pre-read for this chapter. Any mistakes are my own.