A/N: Hey everyone! This is my first one-shot, and it's a song inspired one, AND a lemon! Wish me luck! Reviews will be greatly appreciated, constructive criticism encouraged :)

Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight, and neither of the characters.

I was perched outside in the pouring rain

Trying to make myself assail

Then I'll float to you my darling

With the evening on my tail

Although not the most honest means of travel

It gets me there nonetheless

I'm a heartless man at worst, babe

And a helpless one at best

Darling, I'll bathe your skin

I'll even wash your clothes

Just give me some candy

Before I go

Oh darling, I'll kiss your eyes

And lay you down on your rug

Just give me some candy

After my heart

Yes I'm often found explaining

Though to her it plays out all the same

And although I'm left defeated

It gets held against my name

I know you've got plenty to offer, baby

And I think I've taken quite enough

While I'm some stain there on your bed sheet

You're my diamond in the rough

- Candy by Paolo Nutini

Bella's POV:

I'm not seeing Edward Cullen again. Ever.

That was my newest resolution. This had gone on for too fucking long, anyway. I mean, how long did he think I would put up with this shit? With this situation, where he had me under his complete control and I was losing my free will the moment he would knock on my front door?

I will not be Edward Cullen's booty call anymore.

I tried to keep focus on my decision. This wasn't the first time the thought of bowing out of this had crossed my mind, but every time he would call or come over and I could hear his hypnotizing voice or see his sexy brooding face in front of me, I mentally slapped the thought right out of my mind.

I will look at those green, make-you-want-to-groan bedroom eyes, and say no to Edward Cullen.

This was the first time that I've made a definite decision to stop seeing him. If he wasn't going to commit, I wasn't going to comply. It was that fucking simple. This cow won't be giving out the milk for free any longer.

I will not fuck Edward Cullen until he's ready to stop playing around, and start being serious.

Of course, that would mean I was giving up sex altogether, whereas he could easily find someone else to go and fuck. Crap. No matter what, he always had the upper hand here. Was I really willing to give up whatever connection I had with him, as unfulfilling (and yet, completely satisfying) as it was, and let someone else have him?

It has been months now, that Edward scrumptiously fuckable Cullen has been paying visits to my glamorous Seattle loft – which was actually my pathetically small Seattle apartment – and fucking me senseless, just to leave in the morning and disappear for the next few days.

It was my fault, really. I was the one who invited him. It's a stupid, typical female thing to have sex with a guy that wasn't ready or willing to engage in a relationship that included more than sex. And although I knew it won't make him want to be with me, a part of me was still hoping that he would come around once I've made him cum.

I just wanted him so fucking much. Edward had the most astonishing features. His face were compiled of bright emerald eyes that made him look brooding ninety nine percent of the time, a straight nose, a perfectly squared jaw, and the most deliciously pouty lips I have ever seen.

And that was just his face; his body was a different matter altogether. It wasn't just sexy, it wasn't just beautiful – it was fucking perfect. Fucking Godlike and perfected. He was lean, but powerfully built, and his height was just right for him to look down at me through those long lashes and make me surrender my will.

And his hair. God, his hair. He had a head full of reddish-brown colored hair, disheveled and messy and just begging for my hands to run through.

The way he stood, the way he carried himself, the way he could seem quiet, shy and modest, and all of a sudden make a 180 turn and become a cocky, dirty talking, take control, irresistible bad boy.

All that didn't even matter, though. Because I was in love with him ever since I was 16 years old, when I was the new girl in school and he was the loner, outsider by choice. We became friends instantly, to everyone's dismay, and stayed best friends until we went to different colleges and grew apart. I was in love with him still.

When he dropped out of college he moved back to Seattle, and one day we just ran into each other. Needless to say, I was pleasantly surprised by this encounter, not to mention his very agreeable growth since high school, and I invited him over to have some coffee and catch up.

I soon found out he wasn't very talkative, and he seemed as closed as he did when we met in high school. And so there was obvious tension between us, and many uncomfortable silences. It was only a matter of time until one of those silences had to be filled with something other than talking.

After giving me the most unbelievable, mind blowing fuck I've ever had in my life, and spending the night in my bed with his arms around me, he left and only made contact a few days later.

Since then, we've fallen to a routine of late night booty calls. Well, actually, not only late night – but also early morning, noon, afternoon, and evening. Whenever the mood called for it.

Of course, he didn't know that every feeling for him I had suppressed over the years was now resurfacing and reminding me that there was no one else I could ever love. He had no idea back then, and he had no idea now.

But he did know that I wanted more than sex, more than fucking fantastic sex. He just didn't know that I wanted him, specifically – he thought I just wanted security, settling down with someone. And he made it clear from the start – he wasn't ready to be in a relationship, he wanted something casual and fun. This was casual, but I wasn't having fun anymore. I was, in the physical sense, yes, but not emotionally.

A soft knock sounded on my door. I practically flew there, in my t-shirt and little pajama shorts. I peeped at the hole, just to make sure it wasn't some other sex craving man, and opened the door with what I was hoping to be a composed look.

I will stand strong, put my foot down, and give Edward Cullen an ultimatum; my mind reminded me of my resolution.

"Hey, you," I said, and growled internally at myself for the cheesiness.

He looked positively gorgeous, his hair wet from the rain, his eyes glistening with excitement, much like a little boy standing in front of a big, mouth-watering chocolate cake. His mouth twisted up on one corner to a sexy crooked smile that never failed to make my panties extremely fucking wet.

"Hey," he said quietly, leaning against the frame of the door with one hand.

"Come in," I smiled and moved to make room for him to do so, before closing the door behind him.

When I turned around back to him, he was looking me up and down in a way that made my cheeks blush an unfortunately deep crimson.

"You look… heavenly," he said. I felt dazed by his stare, by his eyes that were holding mine powerfully.

"Thank you," I shook my head, trying to snap out of it.

He took a step forward towards me. Uh oh. I had to start talking, before it would be too late for any talking of the non dirty kind.

"W-we need to talk," I stammered, holding my hands before me defensively, as if I needed to protect myself from his spell.

"No problem. About what?" he asked nonchalantly, but kept moving forward slowly until I was backed against my front door.

"About our little… situation," I said slowly, feeling my head spinning from the way he looked down at me, his eyes dark and searing through mine.

"Yes, what about it?" he whispered, brushing his nose against my cheek, fanning me with his hot breath.

I'm fucked.

My eyes rolled back in their sockets, and for a moment, all I could think of was his breath on my face, his slim fingers tucking a group of stray hair behind my ear and then tracing the line of my jaw and down my collarbone, his body pressing up against mine so I could feel his hard cock right through those damn jeans. All those I could think of, but definitely not my initial intentions.

"We need to…" I gasped as he bent his head to kiss along my neck, gently sucking on all my favorite fucking spots, "stop… playing around," I moaned when he began kneading my left breast with the palm of his hand through my t-shirt.

Then he gazed back at me with those lustful eyes and licked his lips.

He did not just lick those goddamn amazing lips.

"You're absolutely right about that, love," he said. He obviously meant something other than what I had meant, because within a second his lips were crushed upon mine, his hands tangled in my hair and he was starting to move us backwards and towards the couch.

We attacked each other's lips with force that could not be strained, our lips moving almost violently together, only pausing to pull each other's shirts above our heads on our way to my sofa.

Edward laid me down on it, pressing his body over mine quickly and kissing me again with urgency that was beyond my expectations. My hands roamed his exposed back as his explored my torso, caressing my breasts and rolling and pinching my hardened peaks between his fingers, eliciting another loud moan on my part. My hips were bucking against his, trying to gain some sweet friction to relief the ache I felt in my pussy.

This was still moving too slow for my taste. I needed him now.

I moved my hands down between us to unbutton his jeans and struggled to pull them off along with his boxer briefs. He wasn't helping me at all; he was too busy dragging his lips and tongue up my neck and nibbling on my ear lobe. He groaned as I stroked his cock. I tightened my grip.

He growled and pulled away from me to remove the remaining of my clothes, then moving to assault my lips once again with his, letting me savor his intoxicating taste with my tongue. His hand moved down my body slowly until he reached where I needed him most, and traced my folds with his fingers. The sensation was unbelievable.

He moved to suck my earlobe between his lips, and I whimpered, begging him to stop teasing me. "So fucking wet for me already," he grunted into my ear.

What did I tell you about the dirty talking bad boy?

"Edward, please!" I cried out, desperate to feel him inside me. He moved back again to face my eyes, darkened with desire, with emotion.

He decided to stop stalling the moment, lifted one of my legs to his side and with one smooth motion, he slid his cock into me, already making me feel a tightening of muscles in my lower abdomen. We both moaned at the amazing contact our bodies made, before he started moving his hips in slow motions towards me, pushing as deep as he could into my pussy, and backwards.

I entwined my fingers in his messy hair and pulled him back to my eager lips with a groan, urging him to go faster with the leg I had around his body. We panted heavily into each other's mouths, but never gave up on that electrifying contact our lips made, not even to breathe properly, as he kept driving in and out of me.

"Faster," I breathed in between furious kisses, rocking my hips upwards to meet with his, feeling myself get closer and closer with each thrust.

"You want me to fuck you faster, love?" he said huskily. Man, did he like to dirty talk, and oh boy did I fucking love that he liked to dirty talk.

"I want you to fuck me faster," I nodded, capturing his lips again with mine.

He picked up the pace, and soon after, he was sending me into blissful oblivion. I whimpered and writhed underneath him, feeling my toes curl and waves of intensified pleasure coursing up and through my body. When I came down from my high, Edward pulled himself out of me, and I mewled from the loss of touch.

He suddenly rolled over and let himself land on his back on my thick carpet, pulling me on top of him, and then rolled again so he was on top of me again.

I wrapped my legs around him instantly, and he pushed inside me again with a roar, going faster and harder than ever before.

Fuck, that's hot.

He was taking me like a fucking animal on my living room carpet and I loved it. It was like something had taken over him, like he never wanted, or needed me, like he did at this moment.

I felt his cock ram into my body, filling my every need, as Edward's free hand ran from my outer thigh to my hip and to my breast, squeezing it gently in his palm. I grasped his silky hair again when he buried his face in my neck, groaning loudly.

"Bella," he growled my name in pleasure.

I felt myself nearing my peak again, and I wanted him to get there with me.

"Cum with me, Edward. Please cum with me, baby," I whispered, out of breath. He nodded, placing another kiss on my lips, before pulling his torso up and grabbing my thighs. He lifted my lower body from the carpet, and pushed himself into me in a slightly different angle, driving me out of my mind.

This position allowed him to thrust even harder and deeper into my depths, effectively sending us both over the edge. I convulsed around him just before I felt him coming inside of me. I could dimly hear Edward's grunts and groans through the sounds of me, screaming out his name as violent shivers took over my body.

After riding out our orgasms, Edward leaned over me to kiss me passionately again, and then pulled out and lied beside me on the carpet, worn out.

"That was…" I panted.

"Unexpected," he completed my sentence, as breathless as I was.

"Definitely surprising," I nodded, gazing at his hot, sweaty body next to me. He looked back at me with a smile and a soft gaze in his eyes, and caressed my cheek with his hand gently, pulling me in for a tender kiss. His lips were so soft and warm against mine, it made me want to cry. Why did I have to be so in love with Edward Cullen?

Edward's POV:

I was so in love with Bella Swan, I was in way over my head. She didn't know what took over me, but I had a feeling that I knew what it was.

She was going to talk to me about getting serious, about her wanting more than just sex to this relationship. I only suspected so far that she had feelings for me too, but to hear her say we should stop playing around made me feel fucking ecstatic. But even I didn't expect such a primal, animalistic reaction from myself, from my own body.

I needed Bella Swan so damn badly.

I told her at first, that I was only interested in fun, nothing that involved emotions, and I regretted saying it not long after, once I realized I was hopelessly in love with this woman.

I had thought a lot about that moment, and I decided not to let it play out. I didn't deserve Bella. She was smart, beautiful, independent, witty, sexy as fuck, and way too good for me. I was a college drop out with a dream of becoming a pianist. I couldn't provide for her, I couldn't be the man she needed me to be.

I will ask Bella Swan to marry me someday. Once I become that man, the one that she could proudly call her husband.