Criminal Behavior - Part Duex

Skanky Frankie

Rating: M

Disclaimer: I don't own anything!

Notes: Don't forget to check out my next fic, Stay. Edward goes to his family's summer house on Lake Summerby, but what he finds isn't the solitude he thought he needed. It's Bella Swan, the young and beautiful girl that takes his heart. But as always, their relationship is never an easy one... I hope you guys enjoy it!

Chapter 16

Bella growled as she slipped onto Edward's cock. She was frustrated, in so many different ways, and she planned on taking it out on him. She pushed herself down, moaning once he was fully sheathed inside of her. His fingers bit into the flesh of her hips, and she rocked against him, before pulling herself up again. She bounced on his dick, leaning back on her hands to support her weight. She gazed at him through her heavily lidded eyes, watching his face contort with pleasure.

"I love you," he murmured, before his eyes rolled back in his head and he thrust up into her. Bella could feel herself shaking, the orgasm so close... She reached between her legs to stroke her clit, and Edward growled at the sight.

"I love when you do that," he said, smiling at her.

Bella moaned, trying to thrust harder. She needed more of him - she wanted him so deep inside of her, and she gasped as he pushed his hips up, sensing her need. She let her head lull back, before she heard the ringing.

"Is that your phone?" she asked, glancing around the bedroom.

"It's time to wake up," Edward said, and Bella groaned before opening her eyes. This happened every morning, every morning since Edward left her. She pulled the pillow from between her legs, where her thighs had been clamped around it. Her pussy ached for release, throbbed with desire that she couldn't quelch. No matter how many times she tried to touch herself, she couldn't climax. Her body wouldn't release, until it was with Edward.

Sighing, Bella climbed out of her twin bed, her feet landing on the small stack of books she had aquired since Edward left. She kicked them aside irritably, before trudging groggily to the bathroom. Nothing in her life had been right since Edward left, and she was having trouble sleeping at night. Every morning she woke, feeling groggy, achey, and broken. It was becoming a bit of a half life, and she felt like she was falling, spiralling down, more often than not these days.

She climbed under the hot spray, thinking about the past few months. Her car breaking down, falling in love with Edward Cullen, the most handsome, sweetest guy that Bella could have hoped for... She lost her virginity, she got kidnapped and raped by some pretty horrible people that were now behind bars... While keeping a three-point-eight GPA and being a dutiful daughter. She had a pretty good balancing act, except for when it wasn't physical balance.

And then... all of the things she had been balancing hit the fan.

Edward Cullen, the man that Bella dreamed of growing old with, walked out of her life.

He was still in Forks, but he was doing an exceptional job of vanishing. Bella had not seen him since he decided that they should break up. Break up was not even close enough of a term for that.

Bella had known that something was wrong with Edward. He was silent, and everything he said seemed to have a different meaning, or a hidden message. Every time he touched her, kissed her, it seemed as though he were doing it like it would be the last time he ever did. And then he brought the pain - literally. Bella didn't realize how much it could hurt when the person you breathe for leaves you.

Under the hot spray of the shower, she often felt like she was suffocating. There were no tears left in her body, and she didn't have much strength to try anymore. She stopped hanging around Alice - it was too hard to look into her face and see the slight resemblences of Edward. It was too hard to know that every day, she got to be in his presence, when Bella could only find him in her dreams. She never would have believed that a person could die of heart break until now, when she felt the pain so acutely. Every night, she left her window open a bit, just in case he ever wanted to climb back through.

After a few long moments, she shut off the water and pushed back the curtain. She grabbed a towel and began to dry herself off. Her body was smaller, much bonier than she had ever been. Eating had lost all of its appeal, and she felt like she was withering away. Her hip bones stuck out, her elbows seemed pointy, and her collar bones looked like they were stretching her pale, translucent skin. She ignored the mirror again, wrapped the towel around her body, and headed back to her bedroom to dress for another pointless day.

***

"Hey jerk-face," Alice said, sliding into her seat at the breakfast table. She sent a friendly smile in her brother's direction, and he glared into his bowl of cereal silently. "So, hows it going in the land of the broken hearted?"

"I'm really not in the mood, Alice," Edward said darkly.

"Okay, Mr Pouty Face." She rolled her eyes at him. "I don't understand why you torture yourself by not being with her, because it's making both of you miserable."

Edward sent her a concerned look, and the small, dark haired girl rolled her eyes. She wasn't supposed to broach the subject of whether or not Bella was happy, sad, miserable, dating someone else. Edward claimed it was just too hard, that it was too hard for him to know about her when he wasn't with her.

"She's better being miserable than with me," Edward replied, shrugging. It sounded to Alice like he was trying to convince himself more than he was trying to convince her. She was absolutely sick to her stomach by watching Bella wander the halls of Forks High, hardly speaking to anyone. She was paler than ever, and Alice hadn't seen her do much more than sleeping during lunch. She looked like a ghost.

"Right," Alice snorted, shaking her head. "If you weren't so wrapped up in self-pity, you would see that what you're doing to Bella is torture." She watched him stiffen at the sound of her name. It had not been spoken in the Cullen household since Emmett asked where she was one evening, and Edward nearly strangled him.

"She's safer without me."

"She's living a half-life. She won't even talk to me," Alice pouted, sticking out her bottom lip.

The muscles in his jaw tensed and trembled, and Alice knew she had already struck a nerve. Edward knew how much his younger sister had loved Bella, and he also knew that Bella loved Alice. He felt very guilty about causing a rift between them.... But he thought it was for the best.

"Ugh! I'm so sick of you being broody and annoying!" Alice pushed her chair back roughly and glared at her big brother. She stomped out of the room, and Edward sighed. He felt like the worst person on Earth... Not only had he broken his own heart, but he had broken Bella's. It was the hardest thing he had ever done, and he had tried to put it off as long as he could. But as things came out, and the trial happened, and Edward had to hear about the terrible torture she had endured - something she never would have gone through if it was not for himself.

It was still fresh pain, seeing her on the witness stand with tears streaming down her cheeks as she recounted what happened to her... He clenched his fists tightly, shaking the image out of his head. He had stayed with her through then, but he didn't let himself touch her after that first night when he saved her.

The thought of her beautiful body was too much, and he couldn't let himself go there.

With a sigh, he stood and emptied the rest of his cereal into the garbage disposal. He had cars to fix and an angry sister in law to deal with - it was going to be a long day.

***

Bella was dozing during English class, and she felt like she was the only person in the room. How could she manage to walk through the halls like this, feeling and looking like some kind of zombie? She hardly saw faces, hardly spoke - and when she did, her voice was hoarse from lack of use and crying. She sat alone at lunch, staring at the pages of her book, not reading and not hearing. She didn't feel the eyes of her former friends when they landed upon her, didn't know that they were wondering whether or not she should be locked up somewhere, rather than going through the motions.

It wasn't until that day at lunch, particularly, that Bella got her first jolt of reality. She was sitting there, staring and not hearing or really seeing, when Alice plopped down across from her at the table. She had a tray, loaded with potatoes, tacos, a slice of pizza and some soda.

"Eat," she instructed. The small, pixie-like girl could be forceful when she tried, but Bella couldn't even muster the strength to do that.

"I'm not hungry," she all but whispered.

"I don't care," Alice growled. She picked up the pizza and shoved it in Bella's face. She inched away, as though it was some kind of injection she didn't want. But Alice wasn't taking no. "I'm sick, Bella," she said, which seemed to get her attention.

"Whats wrong, Alice?" Bella asked.

"Not like that. Not cancer or something. But I am so fucking sick of watching you wither away," she said. Tears were stinging her eyes, and Bella felt a pang of guilt. It had been a long time since she felt anything but numb frustration. "I can't watch you live like this. I get it at school, I get it at home... Edward is just as bad as you are."

Bella felt her breath hitch in her throat, and her heart started pounding. She hadn't said his name aloud, or heard anyone else say it, in months. It was strange what just the sound of his name did to her.

"I - I don't know what you want from me," Bella admitted. She couldn't breathe.

"I want you to get better. I want to see you smile. I want you and my brother to get back together, because you obviously cannot live apart. You should see him - he's lost like, twenty pounds or something, and all he ever does is work at the bar and at the garage and sit at home like some kind of depressed goon. And you... well you're skinnier than healthy, you look like you could use three good night's rest, and your clothes... Who dresses you? WHO?!" Alice looked like she had had all she could take, and Bella took a deep breath. The small, dark haired girl was glarind at Bella's oversized sweater and jeans, paired with running shoes and a headband.

She didn't say anything, but took a small bite of the pizza. It tasted like cardboard, but she forced it down. Anything to make Alice stop yelling...

And her heart was racing, thinking about Edward. He was just as bad off as she was - how could that be possible? He was the one that broke up with her. Wasn't he supposed to be happy, cavorting with new girls ever day and getting drunk with his friends? But from the sounds of it, he was just as miserable as she was. It made her hope, just a tiny, small fraction, that they could somehow work these things out. And if it meant dealing with Alice forcing food down her throat and trying to re-dress her, she would do it all with a smile on her face.

Anything, anything at all to get back with Edward.

***

"Edward, you have a visitor," Rosalie said, using the intercom to the shop. Groaning under his breath, Edward pulled himself out of the motor of a shitty, broken down SUV, wiping his greasy hands off on his overalls. He wasn't in the mood, and he had told Rose that a hundred times. Regardless, she felt the need to interject, to mess with his life, just like the rest of the family.

What didn't they understand? Breaking up with Bella was the best thing he could do for her, giving her the chance to live a happy life, free from the dangers being with him had put her in. Because of him, she was kidnapped and tortured. How could he stay with her after that? Obviously, being without him - even if she was miserable, like Alice claimed - was better than being with him.

Even though it made him wake up aching every morning to feel her silky skin, to taste her lips, to be burried in her tight, wet heat. It was so painful, sometimes he woke crying out. Every morning he woke with a hard on, so hard it almost hurt. He dreamed of her every night, and it was maddening. If he didn't get release soon, with something other than his hand, he was going to kill himself. Plain and simple.

He was halfway to the door, staring at the cracked concrete floor, when a pair of shoes - female shoes, flats actually, which looked red and also velvet - came into his line of sight. He followed them up narrow, slender legs, which were encased in black skinny jeans, to the slight flare of hips, and then a red and black button down. And then that hair - half curly, mostly thick and shiny, with dark auburn curls, which was longer than he remembered. He stopped at the lips, which were moving, but he couldn't hear.

Bella. Bella Swan was in his shop, and she looked damn fucking good. He didn't know what came over himself, but before he could even think about stop, he was pulling her against his body, flush against him, so that every part of her was touching every part of him. His hands went straight to her ass, lifting her into the air. She wrapped her arms and legs around him, and smashed her lips against his.

Sweet. She tasted like sweet, fucking innocence, and sunshine. He couldn't believe it. He had to be dreaming. "Edward," she whispered when they broke apart to breathe. His small hands were tangled his hair, like she always did when she could, and he growled into her neck. She smelled good, so fucking good, and he couldn't get enough of her.

"Need you," he grunted, squeezing her ass tightly. He wondered if she could feel his erection through her jeans, but he was going to make damn sure that she felt it real soon.

"Need you more," she whimpered, and he kicked open the door to the employee bathroom, dropping her on the edge of the sink. He ripped the button down off of her body, tossing it on the floor. She was fumbling with the zipper to his overalls, trying to yank them down, and he helped her get them over his broad shoulders. He tugged her bra down, exposing her perky breasts, nipples hard. He growled as he suckled on them, running his hands over every exposed inch of her flesh that he could. God, he had missed this, missed her.

"No," she moaned, pushing him off. "I need more than that."

He was at a loss for words as she hopped down, wiggled out of her pants and turned around. Their eyes met in the mirror, his dark golden ones meeting her chocolatey brown ones. They were both on fire, both pulsing with need for each other. Edward had never felt like this in his entire life, never felt so desperate to be with someone. No, not someone. Not to be burried in anyone but his Bella.

He lost his own close, worked over her pussy with his fingers. She was dripping wet, her thighs damp from how much she needed him. He lifted her up by her hipbones, which seemed much more protruding than ever before, and slipped himself into her tight passage. Bella let out a loud moan, which ushered him on. He was slamming into her with unbelievable force, their slick skin slapping together, mixing with the loud sounds of her pleasure and his grunts of effort. He was trying to hold off, wanting to make it last - how long had it been? He couldn't control himself. Edward reached around to find her nub, to stroke it as she liked, which make her slap a hand to the mirror to steady herself as her back arched.

"Come for me," he demanded, and again their eyes met in the mirror. He could see tears swimming in her eyes, somehow knowing that it was from the intensity of their lovemaking and not pain. "Please, baby, please... I need to feel you..."

"Edward!" she cried out, as her pussy began to clench around his cock. He cried out as well, burrying his face between her shoulder blades as she shook and trembled with the force of her orgasm. He was panting, and unbelievably still hard inside of her. He pulled out, eyes rolled back in his head as she clenched around the head for a second, before flipping her around so she was facing him.

"I love you," she whispered, stroking his face tenderly. He was back inside of her quickly, holding her as tightly against him as he could. He kissed her face, every inch of it, until she was arching away from him, her back against the mirror. Edward watched as he penetrated her, sliding in and out with ease due to their shared desires. She came a few more times, scratching up his neck and back and biting his shoulders and making him feel as though he was about to combust before finally his orgasm washed over. He was grunting, pounding her tight channel. This wasn't what he wanted, not how he wanted it to happen, but there was no way of stopping it now. He hid his face in her thick, sweat-dampened hair, inhaling the scent that was purely Bella.

"Lets go home," he croaked into her neck, and she nodded.

***

OK. Lets clear some shit up. This has been bothering me for a long, long time. I couldn't figure out a decent ending - the first one I came up with, I sort of liked, but didn't know where it was going. And lets face it, most of you guys didn't like it... And I'm sorry. It was a cheap cop out, and I shouldn't have done it. It just took a rather long time to find a happy place to end it, a way to do it justice. So there you have it. There might be two chapters left, one more for sure, but I'm probably going to do a smutty epilogue. But the next one might be pretty dramatic and angsty, so just be a fore-warning.

I really hope you guys like how I end it this time, and I'm truly sorry to make everyone wait this long. And I'm also very sorry with the other ending, which no one seemed to like :[ Let me know what you think this time around, all right?!