Mustering every fragment of my superhuman strength I stood, turning around to face the shower wall.
If my skin had the ability to broadcast my emotions, I suspected it would be a mixture of vivid scarlet and hot pink.
Embarrassment. Disappointment. Lust. A lot of the last one.
"It's not that I don't want to, Bella - please, believe me. If you were marginally less breakable it wouldn't even be a question. But..."
My voice trailed off, my mind instinctively recoiling from the thought.
Bella, broken, limp like a rag doll, beneath me.
Her hand, feather-light as a whisper, trailed down the soaked back of my shirt.
"Please, Edward. Let's at least talk about it. Clearly we both want this." Her voice was soft, but certain, her trademark stubbornness leaking through.
Saying 'No' to her had been exceptionally difficult before; it was now bordering on impossible.
I didn't even know how to respond.
My body was being torn in two, by a waifish, incredible, human girl.
Part of me wanting to emphatically shut the idea down.
But another half, growing larger and louder by the second, was screaming 'Fuck it!'
The fuck it half won.
It feels a little obnoxious I need to spell this out but this is an alternative universe to New Moon and is not marked as canon-compliant. If you don't like where this is going, feel free to tune out. To all the faithful asking for more, this is for you.