On the Offensive

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Summary: Bella Swan has one life mission: to reveal and bring down all corrupt institutions through her investigative journalism. And she's starting with U-Dub's crooked sports teams. But when she is reunited with her ultimate crush and star quarterback, Edward Cullen, snarky and conceited Bella is forced to reevaluate everything she thought she knew about life, love and morals.

All human, all original couples.

B POV

"…And finally, to Bella Swan, the reporter, who cracked the underground system of football players and their illicit grade operation...good job." My editor and boyfriend, Mike Newton, raised his glass of cider (too many faculty advisors in the room to sneak out the real champagne) in a toast.

I smiled in satisfaction, raising my glass as well to my significant other and looking over all the other jealous so-called reporters. They smiled in fake contentment but I knew just how jealous and petty they felt.

I loved it.

When I had started working at The Daily, everyone had been sure that I had gotten a lucky break when I showed up with a story that had gotten six Huskies cheerleaders kicked off the squad and three Dallas Cowboy cheerleaders arrested. Then when my small lull (or as I call it, my vacation) started they assumed it had been my pretty face, the one that Mike was infamous for salivating over, that kept me on the paper. If they only knew. I had spent the next few months of my freshman year, laying low, waiting for the perfect moment to make my opening.

Right before finals started, my first official article appeared. It detailed the account of how the basketball coach bet against his own team and guaranteed his winnings by making sure that the team was unprepared and completely wrecked for games. Even to the point of feeding them energy bars that made them gain weight instead of...well whatever it is that energy bars actually do. I think someone saw Mean Girls one too many times.

That article was picked up by three papers: Seattle Press, Miami Herald and The Democrat. Good but not great. What I wanted more than anything was for my article to be picked up by the New York Times. This article was going to get it. Gambling coach was lame and inconsequential. A school wide operation that insured the football team's dumbest players were able to make the grade so they could continue to play was gold. While I hadn't been able to get proof that Dean Volturi had been in on it, I just knew in my gut that he was. And my gut didn't lie.

Three first string players had already been suspended, pending a case by the school's disciplinary board, after having been named in the article. Those three were the only ones whose names I could confirm but I was sure after a full scale investigation that more would be suspended and once the administration was convinced of what I had told them, they would be expelled.

There was nothing that riled me up more than the sports teams getting special treatment at school. It was my life's mission to make sure that the corrupt corporations that bent the rules while regular people got screwed where brought down and this was only the beginning. When I graduated next year, no one was going to be safe.

That was the reason that I had chosen U-Dub, I knew from my research that it was one of the most corrupt institutions in the United States. Irony considering the motto of the school, Lux sit, meant 'Let There Be Light.' Either way, corruption meant stories. The articles that I would write here would be sure to get me noticed by the big papers, and hated by all other reporters along the way.

I shivered in satisfaction. I loved my life. Well most of it anyway.

"Congrats babe." Mike said slithering on over to my side.

God, how I wish the cider in my cup was something hard.

Mike wrapped an arm around my waist and pressed a soft kiss to my cheek. "This is sure to get picked up once the word gets out. Give it a few hours." He gave me a wink and rubbed his hand in soft circles at my waist.

While I had more than enough talent to get by on my own, my fellow colleagues weren't wrong in their assumption that I had used Mike's attraction to my advantage. Mike was a stepping stone to something better but in order to get there, I needed to make sure that he wasn't going to get in my way.

This was a simple means to an end. It would've been nice if he had been able to scratch my sexually stimulated itch but no one had before, so I had no choice to do it myself and I had no means to judge Mike with just because he had mundane taste.

"Don't worry." I assured him. "I'll stay here as long as it takes to wait for their call." I patted his cheek sharply and turned back to chug down my glass of cider. This call was coming. I knew it. It had to.

Five Hours Later...

I tapped my desk anxiously angry at the goddamn newspapers and myself. I was so fucking stupid. Of course they wouldn't pick up this stupid article. It was poorly written with horrible vocabulary.

I mean I had used the word clandestine. "Who the fuck uses the word clandestine anymore?" I screeched angrily and threw my favorite knick-knack, a Hogwarts sorting hat, across the room.

I let out another scream of frustration and couldn't help but let out a tear of anger. Thank God I wasn't in my dorm right now. I don't think I could've handled having my roommate, Alice, seeing my cry. If there was something you could be sure that I hated it was crying, especially if I was the one doing it. Alice would insist on some ritualistic girl friendship ceremony to get over it. I loved Alice but I hated that ridiculous shit.

I wiped the tear on my hand, careful not to get it on my practically new sweater dress. I had very few dresses and I didn't normally wear them but today I had felt good about the article and thought wearing the dress would be a good idea. I had killer legs and if people were going to stare at me in jealousy, I was sure as hell going to look good while they did.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The noise continued repeating and I realized that someone was slamming against the door. This room was only used by The Daily, therefore most staff reporters and editors got their own desks and computers, the only people who had keys were those who had desks. Whoever was trying to get in here wasn't on staff and definitely didn't have a key.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

My internal alarms started pounding in my ears, overshadowing the sound of someone trying to break in. My breathing picked up and I tried my best to get it under control. I was a cop's daughter, the Police Chief's daughter for God's sake. Hell, I had a Taser!

Bang! Bang! Bang!

I quickly grabbed said Taser out of my purse and made my way into a dark corner turning off all the lights that I could.

The door finally crashed open, hitting the wall and was subsequently slammed closed.

I could hear multiple footsteps, heavy and soft, shuffling across the wooden floorboards.

I heard an infectious, booming laugh and a sharp shush.

"Shut up! Do you want to get caught?" A girl hissed.

"I don't necessarily think this was the best plan of action." I felt myself stifle a gasp, I knew that soft, velvety voice. Edward Cullen. The star quarterback for U-Dub's football team. Meaning that the other two voices were part of his trio, Rosalie Cullen, head cheerleader and his sister, and Emmett McCarthy, the best linebacker in half a century at U-Dub.

"Look let's just find her desk and try to find whatever evidence it is that she has before she can turn it over to the school board!" Rosalie snapped at the two boys.

One of them turned on a flashlight and I tried to melt into the wall. They fumbled around, looking at each desk, most likely trying to figure out which was mine.

"Here!" Emmett cried suddenly and I saw the light flash over in the direction of my desk.

Dammit.

It wasn't until I heard Rosalie try to yank open my drawers that I couldn't take their prepubescent attempt at sleuthing anymore.

I took a deep breath and walked over as stealthily as I could. Once I was right in front of them, I mustered up all the courage that I could. "Can I help you?" I said as snottily as I could.

All three of them jumped up in surprise, freezing as if they had seen a ghost. Then again in my dress, shoes and perfectly coiffed hair, they probably had.

"Get out of here!" I cried and pointed my Taser at them threateningly. Rosalie and Emmett ran out of the room quickly, dropping the flashlight on the floor but Edward stood rooted to his spot, clutching my purse in his hand.

"Let go of my purse. Unless you have some cross dressing tendencies, in which you and I will be having a completely different conversation." I teased and held out my hand.

He stepped closer and brought himself into the direct trajectory of the flashlight. He looked up at me, meeting my eyes for the first time in years. My body froze, my skin erupting in goose bumps and electricity coursing through my body. His smell overpowered me as he moved closer. I had always loved the way he smelled, rugged, sharp, fresh; like the meadow I was so found of walking through back home.

My breaths stopped as he reached over, placing the purse in my outstretched hand, our fingers brushing briefly, fire starting at his touch. I instinctively coiled back and my purse fell on the floor, the items scattering all over the floor. I had forgotten what it felt like to be around him. What it felt like to touch him, smell him…

He made a move to pick the items up but I stopped him quickly. "Leave them, I'll get it later."

"Sorry." He mumbled gruffly in a voice that made me tingle, especially at my core.

"For the purse or scaring the absolute crap out of me or trying to steal my hard work? Which by the way," I cried as he tried to open his mouth but I continued to cut him off. "Wouldn't have worked anyway since it's all on my computer, which A, you don't have the password to, and B, I have backups for."

He stood stunned and seemingly frozen in place. With the light, I could barely make out the clarity of his green eyes but I had seen them before and I knew that it was like looking through a pool with a deep green tint that faded into slight amber flecks in the center. I knew how treacherous it was to lie to those eyes.

"So I ask again, which are you sorry for?" I snapped, impressed by my ability to swoon and regret while still whip out retorts at the same time.

"Hey! You know, you started this!" He spat like a small child throwing a tantrum with poor evidence to his cause. "If you hadn't had written that damn article that got half our team suspended then we wouldn't have had to come in here and steal your fake evidence."

I gasped in shock. Say what you will about my writing but I would have never published anything that wasn't backed by evidence. "Listen you little, thieving idiot. I didn't publish anything that isn't one hundred percent backed up by the facts. I'm sorry that your friend's egos were hurt but just because you throw around a piece of pigskin in an archaic show of dominance over women doesn't mean that you get to cheat the system that the rest of us define our lives by." I let out a puff of angry breath and was surprised to see that it didn't come with smoke.

"Don't get your panties all knotted just because you don't understand the game, Swan." He took a step closer to me. "What? Did the Homecoming King in Podunk, USA drop you for the head cheerleader too close to prom? Is that what made you such a frigid bitch?"

I recoiled in surprise and took a step back from him. I had known Edward for almost three years and I had never heard him speak so violently and angrily at someone. I hated myself for it but I was dampening with every harsh word of his mouth and lash of his angry tongue. God how I wanted that tongue. I wanted to know it's taste.

I opened my mouth ready to tell him about the dangers of insulting your own kind but he never even missed a beat stepping closer and following me until he had me up against a wall. "You've ruined people's lives. Royce King will most likely be suspended for the season, he's a senior, that means that he won't be drafted. Garrett and James could get kicked out of school! And what about those professors that you claimed were in on it? One of them was months away from retirement and won't get her hard earned pension. Did you even think of these things?"

I leaned against the wall for support. I could care less about the football players but I knew which professor he was talking about. Professor Cope. She was a sweetheart, I had had her freshman year and it had torn me apart to think that she had been in on this, helping football players cheat their way through an education but I had a duty to the paper and to myself and in the end, I decided that I had to print her name in the article. I had no idea this would've put her retirement fund into jeopardy.

"So I ask again," He threw my own words back at me, what a betrayal of the English language. We had been such good friends till that moment. "What is it that made you such a frigid bitch?"

I opened my mouth again, ready to respond but had no idea what to say when he cut me off again.

"Maybe," He leaned in closely to me, his mouth against my ear. Making me shutter as if someone had walked over my grave. "It's that you've never been properly fucked."

I dropped my Taser in surprise and I heard a little zap, as it landed on the button but bounced off into the corner safely. I could feel his smirk against my cheek. Asshole. "That's what it is. Isn't it? I bet that's been your problem for years. All you had to do was tell me and I could've fixed it for you."

His words caused an instant reaction in me that not even another man's fingers had caused me. My nipples tightened in response and I felt myself moisten.

Was this a dream?

Or had I somehow stumbled into a porno? Or maybe even an alternate world, much like Dorothy and the techni-colored Oz, except here everything was over sexualized? I tried to remember if the delivery boy had offered me any sausage when he handed me the pizza today for lunch...

"You are dating one of these dweebs aren't you?" He motioned around the room, it seemed brighter as I realized the moon must have come out from behind the constant clouds that were in the Seattle sky. "I'm guessing the one who writes all those articles about how bees are going to signal the apocalypse." He smirked.

Dammit. He was right. How did he know that? Even I thought that had been a stupid article but Mike only wrote one article per month since he was the main editor and it wasn't like anyone could tell him no.

"First off, Mike is already being vetted to work for the New York Times after he graduates this year. Secondly, if the bee population declines it will ultimately lead to the end of crops and start a worldwide starvation. And lastly that article was picked up." By me and thrown in the trash. He didn't need to know that part though.

"Aw how cute of you to defend your meal ticket." He threw his hands to the wall on either side of my head, effectively trapping me. "The problem with being a gold digger is that your own pleasure and satisfaction isn't usually apart of the deal."

I could feel the anger rip through my body and I couldn't stop myself as I reached out to shove Edward off of me. "Who the fuck do you think you are?" I hissed hitting him in the chest pushing his back into the wall but with no intention of stopping from hitting him. "Some pretty boy who throws some goddamn ball to show proof to the world that the steroids haven't actually shrunk his dick into a nonexistent stick." He roughly wrangled my wrists into his hands tugging and twisting them until he was holding them down at my waist.

"Trust me baby," Another shiver ran through my body, I hated it when Mike called me babe but practically the same word on Edward's lips caused a pounding between my legs. "My cock is anything but a nonexistent stick." I knew that he was telling the truth. I had seen it pulled into skin-tight exercise pants before. It was anything but nonexistent.

Before I even realized what had happened, Edward had me slammed up against the wall again, his body pushed up against mine. "I could show you, if you wanted." His hand trailed down my bare leg, leaving bumps in its wake.

I wanted it.

Then the conversation was over as his lips skimmed my neck, his soft, coppery hair teasing the skin that it touched. I could feel the wet trail that he left on my neck but only touched the tip of his pout to my flesh. "Tell me if you want me to stop." He whispered quietly, hesitation showing in his eyes as he looked up at me.

My breathing intensified, I didn't want him to stop but there was no way in hell I could let him continue. I just wanted time to freeze at this moment, with him looking up at me as if he could see through my soul. Everything inside of this moment was perfect. The silence, the stillness, the moonlight, just us two.

As if of its own accord, my leg reached up and wrapped itself around his waist. Traitor.

He stopped holding back. His palms cupped my ass pulling my other leg up over his waist holding me up as my head fell back, slamming into the wall. His lips attached to mine, suffocating my groan of pain with the pleasure of his tongue searching the confines of my mouth.

Our tongues battled, mimicking our argument from earlier, each of us besting each other at some point but in the end evenly matched. His hands massaged my flesh through my soft, cotton dress as I rubbed my core against his hardening length.

He stifled a groan as he was able to push my dress up out of the way to find the silky boy shorts I had on under. "Fuck." His hands slid down the curve of my ass, one pausing to hold me tightly to him, the other continued its trajectory to cup me in his hand.

I whimpered as he slipped a finger underneath the silk fabric, passing it along my slit, feeling how wet he had already made me. He let out a strangled noise and pulled his hand away, I cried at the loss but he was already moving.

I landed with a thud on a desk, he moved over and pushed all the supplies from the desk onto the floor and then leaned me over so my back was on the cold wood. He grabbed the flat ballet shoes that I had on and tossed them across the room before pulling my underwear off.

He towered over me, holding himself up on the desk with one arm then plunged his tongue into my mouth, kissing me with all of him. His other hand trailed teasingly on my thigh before he started stroking me, soft, fleeting, teasing.

"Harder Cullen!" I gasped breathlessly against his unwavering lips because while I'm desperate for more of his touch he is still causing me to grind helplessly against his palm.

My back arched against the desk as he pushed his long fingers as far inside of me as they would go. "Oh God." I moaned, his finger curving inside of me and I reached blindly for the edge of the desk trying to find something to hold on to.

"It's Edward." He smirked pulling his lips back out of my grasp. "But I could see how you could get confused. I'm sure no other man has made you feel this way before." I hated him for how right he was.

"I'm not sure what you mean...I don't see a MAN!" He added another finger in response to my talking and I'm ashamed of how quickly it worked to shut me up.

"You know," His nose skimmed the edge of my covered breasts. "I was going to let you come first before taking you but now I'm going to feel you clench down on my cock while you do."

I let out a crying moan against my gritted teeth. Why was he making me feel this way? Why did I want that more than anything I'd ever wanted in my life? Why was this happening? Why didn't I slap the smirk off his stupid, handsome face?

He pulled his fingers out of, leaving me bare and cold against the desk. He stuck his two fingers into his mouth noisily slurping my essence off them.

This couldn't happen. I couldn't be bested by his stupid, cocky, jock, beautiful ass. I had to get the upper hand again. I had to have him throbbing for me like I was for him.

I licked my dry lips in resolve before tugging at his elbow, bringing him closer while pulling myself up.

I grabbed his hand and brought his fingers to my lips, slurping at them much like he had. I tightened my suction on his fingers and looked up at him through my lashes, making sure my gaze never faltered. When I was sure that no evidence of his finger-fuck was left I released them with a pop. "Yum." I breathed and leaned back on my palms, sticking out my puckered breasts, easily seen through my thin bra.

His breathes become labored, eyes frozen on my lips. I bit my lower lip slightly, knowing how much appreciation I had received for that in the past.

He gulped.

I smiled in triumph.

I sat up straight and ran my finger along the edge of his jeans then my nail along his zipper. Having calmed down a bit since his fingers had been inside me I did my best to think clearly and speak without a tremor as I pressed my lips to his neck above his pulse. "Why don't we see if you're stick is nonexistent?"

I yanked—almost too eagerly—at the button, satisfied at how quickly he sprung free of his tight jeans. This stick was definitely existent, visibly tented with his boxers, even better than I remembered or could have even imagined. This time, he was the eager one as he expertly whipped off his boxers.

I licked my lips unconsciously before taking his long, warm length in my hands, feeling the impression of his girth. He whimpered and fell to his palms, gripping the edge of the desk.

I stroked him slowly and tenderly, hoping to tease him almost as much as he had teased me. "Do you like that?" I whispered before taking his lobe in my mouth, nipping at the smooth confines of his skin.

He didn't need to respond as I felt him throb hotly in my hand. Not that it mattered. I couldn't wait to have him inside me. "Do you have a condom?"

"Uh...fuck. Yes." He fumbled and looked down towards his pants. He searched through each pocket until he smiled triumphantly with a wallet in his hands. He pulled the condom out, quickly ripped it open and placed it on himself. I couldn't help but moan at the site of him rolling the condom on. I had always thought that that was sexy.

"Hurry up already." I seethed and he plunged into me.

I screamed through the mixture of pain and pleasure. Edward was slightly larger than I was used to but the pain was worth it as he began thrusting in and out of me. It was one of the most intense feelings I had ever felt, him throbbing inside me, filling me completely, our bare thighs brushing.

I was oddly entranced by the sight of the muscles in his legs straining at our angle. For me, sitting on the edge of the desk, it was obviously comfortable but he stood at the edge, bent at the knees as he tried to get deeper and deeper. As if that was possible.

"Do you like that? Can you feel what it's like to finally be sated?" He growled.

I held back the whimper that threatened my lips and quickly pushed my hips into his, trying to meet his thrusts. "I've had better."

I gripped onto his shoulders as my words fueled him to rock into me even harder. "Oh God." I cried. I wasn't sure that I could last much longer. There was no comparison to any other sexual encounter that I had had. It had reached such epic proportions that I could hear intense violin music inside my brain.

It sounded oddly like my ringtone.

"Holy frick." I shrieked. That was my ringtone.

"Yeah." Edward grunted.

"No!" I cried and reached into the pockets that hung on my dress before finally locating my phone. Edward had frozen, mid-thrust, looking scared and I realized that he had probably thought that he was hurting me. "Keep going." I gripped his shoulders and pulled him back into me as I hit ANSWER on my phone.

"Hello?" I said trying to sound as calm and moan-less as possible.

"Is this Isabella Swan?" A gruff woman's voice came out of my receiver.

"This is she." I was becoming breathless again as Edward reached down swirling his fingers around my clit.

"Sorry to call so late…where you sleeping?" She asked suspiciously.

"Not at all." I gritted my teeth, trying to hold in my moan as his fingers began pressing against my bundle of nerves. "But it is kind of late." Despite doing my best to hold off, I knew I was going to come soon. I couldn't let it happen on the phone. "Did you need something?"

"I need something—" Edward smirked, his voice purposely loud. I cupped my hand over his mouth, muffling the rest of his comment.

"Well I'm calling from the New York Times."

"Yes." Not much longer. One thrust.

"We just wanted to let you know," Two thrusts.

"That we were picking up your latest article." Three thrusts.

"It'll be on the front page of the Sports section tomorrow." Boom.

"That's amazing!" I whimpered as my orgasm blew through me, clenching down on Edward, curling my toes and electrifying my body until I was sure that my hair was standing on edge. He pounded his fist on the table and screamed against my hand as he released inside of me.

"I can't wait." I gasped and pushed Edward off of me. "Thank you." I hit the END button and plopped off the desk on shaky legs. He tried to help me but I pushed him off.

"That was adequate. I guess." I mumbled, meaning the exact opposite. But I couldn't let him think that he had gotten the best of me though.

I got to the floor, purposely showing him my bare ass and pushed all my things into my purse then stalked over to the door. "Lock the door on your way out. Oh, by the way, you and your little linebackers might want to read the New York Times tomorrow. They'll be in it."

I didn't turn around to look at his stunned face, figuring that what I saw in my mind was better than any face he could've actually made.

It wasn't until I was almost at my dorm that I turned into an alcove, stopping to lean against the wall and was finally able to catch my breath.

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