A/N: This story was inspired by Emmy's Picpirations on the PPSS blog. I would just like to say that I don't condone infidelity. I just wanted to show that sometimes things aren't black and white. Also, I've never written anything quite like this. Most of the time, my lemons are a lot tamer, but I wanted to try something different. Since this started out as a drabble for Emmy's Pervy Picsparations, there's no beta so please forgive my errors.

Disclaimer: This is rated M for language and content. I've also thrown canon out of the window, so be prepared to see some of your favorite characters in a different light.

One

Edward

My keys made a loud clang when they landed in the dish by the door.

"Happy Birthday to me," I muttered as I switched on the lights.

I looked at the remains of my condo; the battleground for a failing marriage. I was in the first stages of a messy divorce so the place reflected what was left of my relationship.

Bella Swan and I had been together for six years and married for four. I thought things were great until a wrecking ball ruined my perfect world.

Six months ago, things started to change. She started coming home late from work and leaving early in the morning. She didn't want me to touch her anymore, giving me the excuse that she was tired or had a headache. My internal alarms warned that she might be having an affair, but I put it aside. I'd given her so much. Anything she wanted was hers. Why would she want to leave?

About a month ago, I came home early to the sounds of grunting and heavy breathing. When I stepped into our bedroom, I saw Bella on her hands and knees while her one of her co-workers fucked her from behind. I always knew Riley had had a thing for her, but I guess I didn't see that she felt the same, or that they would act on it. They didn't even notice I was in the room until I loudly cleared my throat. After some awkward explanations followed by some loud yelling, she left.

When I came home the next day, the house was half empty. Some of the furniture was gone as well as my DVD player and my stereo. She even took half of my DVDs.

One thing she left was that butt ugly dining room table, but I think she did that to piss me off. It was shit brown and shaped like a giant egg. It took up most of the room, providing more seats than we needed. The thing cost an arm and a leg, even on a pediatrician's salary. It was specially flown in from Japan, and she insisted that anyone who was anyone had one. Plus she'd heard that Oprah had one in her guest home. It was probably what Stedman had to eat on when he got on her bad side.

I had demanded that she come and take that piece of shit with her or I was going to toss it off the balcony. She quickly made arrangements to have it moved in the morning.

I headed over to the phone and dialed my voicemail. As it began to ramble, I loosened my tie and grabbed a Heineken from the fridge.

"Hi, honey!" It was my mother. "Happy Birthday, sweetheart! I hope you had a great day so far, and don't worry, honey. This year will be so much better than the last. You father says happy birthday, too. We love you!"

The phone clicked off, and the next message played. "Hey, man!" It was my best friend, Jacob Black. He was on his honeymoon with his new bride, soaking up the sun on the beaches of Hawaii. "I bet you thought I forgot! Angie and I want to wish you a Happy Birthday!"

"Happy Birthday, Edward!" Angela screamed in the background.

"When I get back in town, we're going out, man, and we're going to get you good and laid!"

"Jake!" I heard Angela admonish in the background.

"Alright, I'll talk to you later!" The phone clicked off.

Leaning against the counter, I listened to three more messages, two were birthday wishes: one from my brother, Emmett, and the other from my sister, Alice. The third message was from Bella reminding me to be available at 9AM the next day.

A low knock sounded, and I placed my beer down. After looking through the peephole, I quickly opened the door.

"Leah?" I was surprised to see her. She was dressed in a white trench coat, which seemed a little much for the weather. Sure, it was a little windy outside, but nothing that warranted that type of clothing.

"Happy Birthday, Edward," she said, leaning forward to hug me.

"Thanks," I said, breathing in her scent. Leah Clearwater had been a crush of mine for years. I'd met her through my best friend, Jacob Black. They grew up together and were practically brother and sister so whenever I hung out with him, sometimes I ran into her.

She was still as gorgeous as ever. She'd made a drastic move and cut off her long, silky black hair. It brushed her chin, drawing all attention to her beautiful skin, and the sensual curve of her neck. Jacob told me that Sam had had a fit, but I loved it. She loved it, too.

"Come in." I waved her inside. "Can I take your coat?"

"No!" she practically shouted. "I mean, I'm fine for the time being."

"Okay." I held my hands up. "You want something to drink?"

"No thank you," she said fidgeting with her pockets and pulling out a silver key. "Jacob called and asked me to give this to you. He wanted to make sure you got it before you moved out."

"Thanks," I said. Jacob had had a spare key to my condo just in case I'd gotten locked out or if there was an emergency and I was out of town.

"I also came to give you your birthday present." She took a deep breath and began unbuttoning her coat. My eyes widened as the coat slid off her arms. The coat hit the floor and my jaw followed. She was naked, except for a red ribbon covering her breasts and her sex. She slipped off her shoes and stood barefoot in front of me.

"What…" I started, and wiped the drool from my mouth as she shifted back and forth. It was a nervous reaction, but it made the ribbon slide over her deeply tanned skin. Her body was toned from years of running marathons, but still held the curves of woman. Curves I was dying to take a ride on.

I turned around quickly so I could think. Staring at her naked body was muddling my thoughts. Her soft footfalls sounded behind me, moving to the beat of my heart. When I turned around, she was standing in front of me with her hands behind her back, making her glorious breasts strain against the fabric. They wanted out, and I wanted to set them free.

"This is what you wanted." As she stepped closer, it felt like my feet were glued to the floor. I stared at her and tried to figure out how she knew my secret fantasy. "Don't you remember?" She stood in front of me and gently placed her hands on my chest, the warmth from them radiating through my body. She was a tall woman at five ten, with long legs, so the top of her head reached my nose.

I shook my head as the scent of apples wafted from her hair.

She giggled and placed a gentle kiss on my neck. "Remember Jake and Angela's wedding reception two weeks ago?"

I looked up at the ceiling as I searched my memory bank. Since my estranged wife was spending time with her new boyfriend, my date was the endless bottles of champagne.

Jacob and Angela were on the dance floor, waltzing to their first dance as husband and wife. At Angela's request, they had taken ballroom dancing classes together. Jacob, who had two left feet in high school, suddenly looked like he could compete professionally.

Others had joined in, and before I knew it, the entire dance floor was filled with couples. To really get the party started, the DJ changed the music to something a little more upbeat.

"Hi, Edward," I heard a female voice that had visited my dreams lately. Once Bella was out of the picture, Leah was all I could think about. I thought about Leah in ways I shouldn't of a married woman.

"Hi, Leah," I answered her. She was absolutely breathtaking in her pale blue bridesmaid's dress. It was long with spaghetti straps and ran the length of her body, sensually hugging her curves. One side of her freshly cut hair was held back with a light blue flower. Her makeup was simple, just enough to accent her beautiful face.

Leah Clearwater Uley was married to one of the most arrogant assholes I'd ever met. Back in high school, Sam Uley was nothing but a thug, a bully who had to prove how big his dick was by being one. A man like that didn't deserve Leah. He didn't deserve shit!

"Why are you sitting here by yourself?" she asked, taking a seat next to me.

"I'm a little drunk, Leah," I replied, watching the crowd of people show off their breakdance moves. My brother Emmett was already spinning on his head. "I think that's a turn off for most women."

"You're a lot drunk," she corrected and grabbed one of the glasses on the table. "Here, drink a little water. It may keep the hangover away."

I did as I was told, sipping the water slowly. Deciding that water didn't have the taste to please me, I switched back to my champagne. She giggled at my defiance.

"So why aren't you on the dance floor?" I nudged her shoulder. "You could show them how it's done. You do an awesome robot."

"I don't have anyone to dance with," Leah said. She looked away as she fiddled with the chain around her neck. "I have no idea where my husband is."

"Oh," I replied. I knew that feeling all too well. "Well, you wanna dance with me? I can't promise that I won't step on your foot, but I can dance to the beat."

A smile replaced her sad expression, and she took my outstretched hand. Holding her hand, I lead her to the dance floor. By the time we got there, the music switched back to a slow song. She gave me a coy smile and rested her hand on my shoulder. My other hand eased to the small of her back, cradling her close as her hand held mine. I swayed her to the soft ballad, and she followed me easily.

"So, Leah," I said, looking into her dark brown eyes. "How is school going this year?"

"So far, so good." She nodded her head. "Teenagers think they know everything, and that teachers don't know anything." Leah taught literature at the local high school.

"You remember being a teenager, right?" I chided playfully. "And all the trouble you got into?" She smiled sheepishly and looked down at my tie as I continued. "I remember a certain teenager who came up with the idea to put Kool-Aid in not only the swimming pool, but the Jacuzzis in the locker rooms for our senior prank."

"I have no idea what you're talking about." She avoided my eyes, but a deep blush gathered into her cheeks.

"Yeah, I bet you don't know anything about that." I released her and spun her around, then pulled her back toward me.

"Hey!" She lightly hit my arm. "I remember a certain redhead suggesting that we get the cherry flavored mix because it would make the water look like blood."

"I plead the fifth!" I exclaimed, and we both chuckled. We'd had a good time in high school. She was so lively, like a firecracker waiting to be lit. Most guys wanted to date her, including me. But she only saw me as Jacob's best friend.

"How are you doing?" she asked with a serious expression.

"I'm okay." I smiled humorlessly. "Considering my soon-to-be ex-wife was cheating on me."

"I'm so sorry about that," she said. "You're a good man, Edward. That bitch doesn't deserve you, anyway."

I raised an eyebrow at her tone. She'd never liked Bella Swan, but she'd always been civil about our relationship.

"God, you're so wasted." She grabbed my chin so she could glare into my eyes. "How much champagne have you had?"

"Too much," I slurred, and she gave me a reproachful look. "Don't worry. Emmett said he would give me a ride home."

"Good. I don't want to hear about you wrapping your car around a tree because you were too drunk to drive." Her tone was completely serious.

"I know better." I looked at her with the same grim expression so she knew I wasn't kidding either. Before I became a full time pediatrician, I'd completed my rotation in the ER and saw too many accidents involving drunk drivers.

"So, your birthday is coming up. What do you want?" She moved her hand from my shoulder to back of my neck.

"World peace," I answered with a chuckle. The truth was, I had what I wanted in my arms.

"I'm serious!" she scolded, although there was a small smile on her face. "What's one thing you want for your birthday? I know you've been through a lot lately, so I'd like to get you something special."

"You really want to know?"

"Yes. I wouldn't have asked if I didn't."

I stared at her beautiful brown eyes, and the filter that I'd placed on my mouth was suddenly gone. Pulling her close, I whispered in her ear, "I want you, Leah. Just you wrapped in a pretty red bow and nothing else."

Her eyes widened at my request, and I wondered if I said too much. She was married after all.

"I'm sorry," I said hastily. "That was the champagne talking." The song ended, and she slipped from my arms. My heart fell as I watched her scurry to the women's restroom. I'd done it! I'd stuck my foot in my mouth. After Jacob and Angela left for their honeymoon, I'd found Emmett and begged him to take me home.

"This is what you wanted," Leah reminded me, as her fingers pulled my dress shirt out of my pants. "Here I am, in a red bow, ready for you to unwrap and play with."

"Wait!" I said, placing my hands on her shoulders to stop her. It seemed to be the safest place to touch her. "You're married. What about Sam?"

"Sam doesn't even know I'm gone," Leah said with bitterness. "He's too busy fucking my cousin."

In all my years of knowing Leah, I'd never heard her speak like that. Looking at her now, she looked different. Leah had always been confident and a little stubborn, but there was something else there. She looked fierce, defiant, and didn't that just make her sexier.

I'd heard the rumors about Sam being a little too close to Emily Young, but there was no solid proof, so I never mentioned it. Thinking back on my own situation, I wished someone had said something to me, rumor or not.

"So this is revenge for you." My tone was meant to be forceful, but her lips running over my Adam's apple took that away.

"No," she said, looking at me. "This is me giving you a birthday present. Don't you like it?" She stood back, and modeled for me. As she turned around, I saw that the ribbon tied into a perfect bow, with the strands hanging over her ass; the round, perfect ass that I'd wanted to get my hands on for years.

"I love my gift," I admitted as she moved forward to unbutton my shirt. "But…"

"But what?" she retorted, placing her finger over my lips. "No one has to know but you and me."

"You need to know that once I get my hands on you, I'm not going to be able to stop myself. Do you understand what I'm saying?"

"Completely," she said as she stepped up on her toes so her lips brushed against my ear. "And I don't want you to. Do you want me to beg, Edward?" After she pushed my shirt off my shoulders, she whispered, "Please, Edward. Please fuck me."

Before my shirt even hit the floor, my arms were around her, and I was kissing her.

Sam was an arrogant ass hat, and he was cheating on her anyway. Yeah, two wrongs didn't make a right, but I was extremely horny, and the woman of my dreams was standing in front of me. She was what I wanted, and it was my birthday.

Kissing Leah Clearwater had been on my wish list for years, but I never thought how thrilling it could be. As my lips made contact, the warmth from them saturated my own; I needed more. Her lips were so soft, so sweet.

I kissed her fiercely, passionately, like I was an alcoholic, and she was the last drop of the wine in the city. My hands drifted down to those beautiful cheeks, and I took handfuls in my palms. She sighed in my mouth, but I didn't let up. Her hands went to my hair, pulling me closer to her, and I parted her lips, probing her mouth in every nook and cranny I could reach.

We moved out of the kitchen, walking her backward until she hit that awful dining room table. She snapped away from me, and I just moved my kisses down her neck instead.

"God, this is an ugly table," she commented as I sucked on the delicate skin of her neck. "Where the hell did you get it?"

"Bella picked it out," I said against her neck.

"She has horrible taste," she retorted.

"Well, I think I can find a good use for it." She laughed as I laid her down. With her half naked body lying across it, the table didn't look so bad. In fact, it became the most beautiful piece of furniture in my condo. Taking her lips in mine, I lowered down until my bare chest landed on the soft padding of her breasts. I sucked on her bottom lip, then her top lip, grazing my teeth over them.

My kisses trailed down her skin to her neck, then her collarbone, and I sat up and looked at the ribbon covering her bosom. Very slowly, I uncovered the red ribbon revealing her lovely breasts. She was the perfect size, full and perky, but not too big. Two very erect nipples stared back at me. They were dark brown and looked scrumptious, like Hershey's Kisses.

My mouth latched onto on one, swirling my tongue around the stiff peak. One of her legs wrapped around my waist, her heel digging in to my lower back, urging me on.

"Oh, that feels good," she moaned as her fingers dug into my hair. Watching her reaction, I lightly bit the tip and a she moaned again. Her hips rolled underneath me, brushing the heat of her center over my stomach.

I massaged her other breast with my hand, paying special attention to her nipple. She was squirming underneath me, whispering my name over and over again. I sat up and looked at her body lying on top of my dining room table. Her skin was flushed, her lips were swollen, and her short hair was in disarray.

"You like your present?" she said softly as she ran her hands up and down my chest.

"I love it." I trailed my fingers down the alleyway between her breasts, down to her taut stomach, and settled on her thigh. I grabbed her leg and lifted it onto the table. I did the same with the other, keeping my eyes on her.

Pushing the part of the ribbon covering her sex upward, I found her secret haven. Her breath hitched as I pulled her legs apart. "Relax, baby." She was a little nervous, but the trust she had in me spoke volumes. There was no resistance, just confidence in what I was doing.

She was bare there, not even the landing strip that most women had. As I examined her closer, I saw she was dripping with need and anticipation.

"God, you're beautiful," I sighed, running a finger up and down her slit. "So beautiful."

It would have been polite to ask, but I didn't. Once again, it was my birthday, and this was what I wanted. I leaned down, taking a long swipe with my tongue up her slit. She shivered underneath my movements, and I looked up at her. Her eyes zoned in on me, and I did it again. Her breathing picked up as I spread her legs a little wider. She tasted so sweet and tangy; I had to have more. My tongue found every crevice, every cranny, it could. Her fingers weaved into my hair, pushing me to where she wanted me to go. Once I reached there, her grip tightened on my hair, and her hips began to roll.

"Oh, God!" she shouted. I put my full concentration on that area and suddenly, she was thrashing underneath me. Her moans became louder, then suddenly she became quiet. I opened my eyes and saw her face contort into such exquisite pleasure, and then she cried out as she came.

As she came down from her high, I kissed her inner thighs, then her pubic bone, then worked my way up until I was at her neck. She quickly leaned up and grabbed my face. Taking my lips in her mouth, she sucked every bit of her essence from my lips. My cock jumped, straining to get out and dip inside her hot center. That had to be the hottest thing a woman had ever done to me.

I pulled her away, as she smiled at me. While my mouth hung open, she unfastened my pants. As my pants fell down, she dropped her hand inside, slipping underneath my boxers.

"Fuck…" I muttered as she rubbed my steadily growing erection. Her hand was so warm.

"You like that?" she whispered against my lips.

"Oh, yeah," I murmured, as she pulled me out of my boxers so she could get a better grip on me, rubbing her thumb over the tip. I was moments away from coming, so I slowed her hand.

The pout she gave me was incredibly cute.

I eased her on her stomach with that delicious ass in the air. It was a piece of art, something that she should be proud to show off. My hands grazed over the smooth flesh.

I leaned down, pressing my chest against her back. The curve of her rear fit nicely against me. My dick brushed the inside of her thigh, causing her to shiver again.

"Don't move," I commanded and kissed down the knobs of her spine.

"Okay," she whispered.

I kicked of my pants, along with my shoes and adjusted my boxers. Then I ran to my bedroom to get a condom. A sudden feeling of dread ran over me when I realized that I didn't have any. It had been a long time since I'd been intimate with someone. A light bulb clicked, and I searched for the gift bag that I got from Jacob's bachelor's party. Even though Jacob protested that man don't give gift bags, Alice insisted.

Luckily I didn't have to look hard. It was on the floor near the window. Inside were a string of blue packages that read Trojan on the front.

"Thank God!" I kissed the little blue packages.

When I got back to the dining room, I found Leah in the same spot, her upper body over the table with that gorgeous ass in the air. My dick twitched as she smiled at me from the table.

"Miss me?" I asked, running my hand through her short hair.

"God, yes," she whimpered. I knew she was just as turned on as I was, but I wanted to hear her beg again. My body pressed against hers again, and she sighed.

"Do you want me to fuck you now?" I asked, nibbling on her ear.

"Yes, Edward," she sighed as I rubbed my erection against her thigh. "Please, Edward. Please, fuck me. Now!"

The urgency in her voice was all I needed. Quickly, I removed my boxers and tossed them to the side. I slipped the condom on and lined myself up with her drenched entrance. I wasn't huge, but I wasn't small either. Above average is the best way to describe it. I decided to take my time.

As her breathing picked up, I slowly slid inside. Her soft flesh gave way, welcoming me like a longtime friend. She was so damn tight and warm. Small whimpers escaped from her lips as her body accepted me. Once completely inside, I froze for a moment. I wanted to give her a chance to adjust, not to mention the sensations firing in my dick were about to make me come. She just felt so damn good.

I pulled out and pushed back in a little faster. Together, we created a perfect rhythm. She met each one of my thrusts with her own, squeezing me within her tight walls. Still moving, I leaned down, sliding my arms underneath hers, pressing my chest against her back.

"That feel good?" I placed gentle kisses on her neck.

"Uh-Huh," she sighed and turned to look back at me as best she could. "Faster, please."

I stood up, and did as she asked, pumping at a faster rate. I watched her back and hips undulate with mine, the miles of caramel skin sliding over her muscles. Then I saw my dick disappearing in her flesh, underneath that sweet ass of hers and knew I wouldn't last much longer. I started to seriously fuck her, each one of my thrusts causing the table to scrap across the floor.

"Oh, God," she screamed. "Right there, right there!"

I was close, and I wanted her to come with me, so I slipped my hand down her stomach and teased her clit. She grew quiet again, then she screamed, squeezing my cock inside her warm crevice.

"Fuck!" I shouted. My orgasm shot of me like a cannon. I had never in my life come so hard. One of my hands gripped the table to steady me as my cock pulsed. Once I pulled out of her, I felt a chill come over me. I wanted to be back inside of her where it was warm and cozy.

Stepping away, I disposed of the condom and watched Leah slowly lift herself from the table. The red ribbon hung lazily over her body, clearly not covering her private parts anymore, and her hair was a chaotic tangle on top of her head. She looked so sexy, and I knew that I wanted her again. Another thing I noticed, her face held no regrets.

Honestly, I didn't regret it either. I reminded myself that she was married, but I still couldn't feel bad about it. I'd been in her shoes, and everyone dealt with betrayal in their own way. Leah's was to get a little revenge, and I was happy to help her do it.

"Happy Birthday, Edward," she said, pushing her bangs out of her eyes.

I walked toward her, pulling her to her feet by the ribbon. "Thanks, Leah." I kissed her cheek. "Best birthday ever."

"I'm glad." She started to walk away when I grabbed her arm.

"Where are you going?" I asked, pulling back toward me. "My birthday doesn't officially end until midnight."

That impish smile graced her lips again, and I kissed her long and deep. Grabbing the condoms off the table, I took her hand and headed to my bedroom.

The next morning, I woke up with a pleasant ache in my muscles. We'd fucked all over the room. Against the wall, on the bed, and I'd come with a fire each and every time. Leah was everything I'd hoped for and more. I never knew she was so sexual, and I doubted that Sam had any clue or else he wouldn't be cheating on her.

The rising sun beamed over her body, making her skin shimmer as she slept peacefully. She was still gloriously naked, which only increased my morning wood.

I felt something tickle me, and I looked down at the red ribbon laying over my stomach. I'd finally gotten that thing off her, officially opened my present and then some.

She moaned and then opened her eyes.

"Hey," I whispered, pushing her hair out of her face.

She smiled sheepishly at me. "Hi." A little grogginess hung in her throat, making that small word sound like it should be a part of some sexy phone call. She moved toward me and nestled in my embrace.

"You're so warm," I commented in her hair as her hands came around my waist.

She laughed. "I'm weird like that, I guess."

"So is Sam expecting you home?" I asked into her hair.

"Last night he told me he had a meeting that would probably run late, so he'd grab a room at a hotel for the night." She tensed in my arms. "I know what kind of meeting that requires a room."

My fingers danced up and down her spine to help soothe her. She relaxed as she nuzzled into my chest.

"Are you sorry you came here?" I asked tentatively.

"Nope," she said, squeezing my waist. "Sam's out there not giving a damn about me. Why can't I have a night when I don't give a damn about him? I had fun last night, and it felt good."

"Sure did." I chuckled. "It felt real good."

She lightly hit me as a giggle escaped her lips. It was beautiful; I loved hearing her laugh.

A sudden knock at the door silenced both of us. We sat still, holding each other and waited. For the life of me, I couldn't figure out who it was. Jacob was still in Hawaii. Maybe Emmett or my parents? The knock sounded through the condo again.

"Stay here, okay," I said and kissed her forehead. She nodded as I stood up. I grabbed pair of sweats and opened the door. "I'm going to lock this, just in case."

"Okay." She held the sheet protectively around her body. I click the door shut and checked that the door was locked.

That incessant knocking continued as I looked around the living room. My clothes were still scattered all over the floor, and I hurriedly threw them on the couch.

"Geez, hold on!" I screamed.

After checking the peephole, I pulled to door open. The two men standing behind the door stared at me, wondering why I hadn't gotten there sooner.

"It's about time!" one of the men said. "I don't have all fucking day!"

"What the hell do you want?" I kept the door slightly closed.

"We came to pick up the dining room table," the other said in a bored tone. "Bella Swan said that her dining room table was here."

I turned around and looked at the table. The memories of me and Leah on top of the table flashed in front of my eyes.

They moved to go around me, but I didn't let them through. "You know what? Tell Bella I've changed my mind. I'm keeping the table."

"What?" they shouted together.

"Yep, I'm keeping the table. And if she doesn't like it, she can talk to my lawyer." With that I slammed the door.

I laughed loudly and headed back to my room. Knocking lightly on the bedroom, I said, "Leah? It's me."

I heard some rustling, then the locked clicked. She opened the door with the sheet wrapped around her.

"Who was it?"

"Moving people for the dining room table," I answered as I stepped inside. "Bella finally sent someone to get it"

"Well, no offense, but it is kinda ugly." She adjusted the sheet around her body.

"I kept it," I answered smugly.

"Why?" she asked.

"Because." I placed my hands over hers to pull the sheet free. "Every time I see that table, I'll think of you." The sheet fell to the floor, revealing her beautiful body. "You know, I still have one condom left."

"Really?" she said as I kissed her neck. "Well, we shouldn't let it go to waste."

"You're right," I said, pulling her toward the bed.

A/N: I'd love to hear your thoughts.