Welcome to the second Screamers outtake.
This one was requested by several people, but I dedicate it to my home-girl and fellow perv, hunterhunting – love you babe.
To my Godess Beta, Catty-Wan – you light up my life, you give me hope to carry on (sing along if you know the words.)
People have been commenting on the sexual tension between Rpattz and Bella, and because I have no intention of letting those kids near each other's sexy parts in the main story, I thought I would give them some hypothetical schmexin' over here. This is the alternate universe version of Rob and Bella's fight in Chapter 20.
I hope you enjoy it!
The Screamers Outtakes
"What If...? - A Citrus Flavoured Hypothetical"
"ROB, GIVE ME THE FUCKING PHONE, RIGHT NOW, ASSHOLE!!"
I leapt at Rob, wrapping around him like a monkey and grasping at the phone. His long arm held it just out of my reach and so I did the only thing I could think of - I ran my hands down his chest until my fingertips came to rest on his nipples. "Bella no! Stop...please...BELLA!! NO!!!!" I wrenched them viciously and he dropped the phone and shrieked in pain as his hands came up to rub his chest.
He glared at me furiously and suddenly the gawky, dorky Rob I knew and loved disappeared and in his place stood a frowning, intense, sexy-assed man I'd never seen before. Holy Jesus. His eyes bore into me and I felt electricity pass between us.
Get away from him, Swan. This is bad. Very bad.
"That's it, Swan.," he seethed quietly as I felt a deep tingling begin inside me. "That's the last bloody straw." He started advancing on me as I backed out of the bathroom.
"You," he fumed in a dark voice, "just made a fucking huge mistake, my dear. You think it's ok to shamelessly abuse my man-nipples? Well it's fucking not okay, lady. In fact, I think it warrants a bit of tit for tat...let's see how you like it, shall we?!" He lunged at me, his fingers grazing my arm and setting it on fire as I ran into the living room and took refuge behind the couch. I whipped around just in time to see him hurdle the couch in a single leap. His arms closed around my waist as he tackled me to the ground.
He landed on top of me and for a brief moment we were both winded, then he looked down at me and said "Right, let's see how you like having your nipples abused." An evil glint flashed behind his eyes and my breath sped up as he moved on top of me.
He straddled me and spread his hands wide, wiggling his fingers menacingly as he slowly brought them down toward my chest. I giggled crazily as I batted his hands away. He started laughing as he grabbed my hands and pushed them to the floor above my head. Our eyes locked as he held my hands down, his face hovering above mine, his warm breath washing over my skin in quick shallow puffs, his eyes darkening more with each passing second.
I panicked as my heart-rate doubled and I felt something pass between us. We were both searching each other's faces, unsure what the hell was happening in our bodies. I saw confusion and lust cross his face, before he shook it off and tried to lighten the mood. Unfortunately for me, everything he said sounded so damn sexy I was starting to become unhinged. I felt strange, nervous laughter bubbling inside me as he gazed down on me with his compelling, tractor-beam eyes.
"Now, now..." he breathed, a slight smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. "You know you must be punished, there's no point in trying to avoid it. Best to just lie back and take what's coming to you."
"That's what she said," I giggled, snorting indelicately as I broke into a fit of hysterical laughter.
Rob guffawed loudly and soon we were lying side by side on the floor, holding our sides as tears ran down our faces.
As our laughter died, we sighed in unison as we turned to look at each other. Rob reached over and swept his thumb gently across my cheek, wiping away my laugh-tears. I suddenly became aware of how beautiful his hands were and I was struck again at how similar they were to his. My breath caught as I felt a trail of sparks as he stroked my face.
His smile faded as we looked at each other, and the air between us became thick with tension. My breathing picked up as I felt the intensity in his eyes. I'd never noticed how magnetic they were before, and I felt myself being drawn into him, unable to look away.
"Bella," he said quietly, his voice low and needy, "Edward is such an idiot for leaving you." His fingers traced my jaw line and my pulse raced, out of control. His fingers were softer than Edward's – smoother - and all of a sudden I saw the Rpattz that millions of women all over the world lusted after. I saw his chiseled jaw and perfect mouth. I saw the longing in his eyes and realized that he wanted me, and God help me, I wanted him too, desperately and irrationally. Maybe it was the fact that he reminded me so much of...him...but he was gone...and this man...this man wanted me and that's when I stopped comparing them and realized that this man was a fucking sex god all on his own.
I reached over and traced his mouth with my thumb, marveling at how soft his lips were.
He sighed and his warm breath caressed my hand. "Bella," he groaned, "stop, please. I'm not strong enough to stay away from you if you do things like that to me."
I raised myself on one elbow and brought my face over to his. "Then don't," I breathed as I brought my mouth down. Our lips met tentatively and I breathed in his scent. It was a mixture of sweet and salty and smokey and it made my thighs go up in flames. I felt him suck in a lungful of air as I traced his jaw with my fingers, his stubble rough and hard beneath my exploring hand. I started moving my lips over his and heard him hum in satisfaction as my hands tangled in his hair. I felt his tongue sweep across my lips and I opened my mouth to meet it with my own.
Suddenly the smoldering desire that had been steadily building inside me erupted to life as his tongue plunged into my mouth. I groaned and pushed my body towards his as he rolled on top of me and coaxed my legs apart with his knee.
"Oh, God, Rob..." I panted heavily as he placed his weight on my pelvis. He kissed me again, his tongue and lips roaming over mine expertly, sucking and tasting and making me moan into him as he pressed himself against me.
"Bella," he breathed as he started trailing fiery, open mouthed kisses down my throat, sucking gently on my jugular as his tongue flicked out and caressed my pulse. "God, you are so beautiful..."
I grasped at his back, feeling the lean muscles move and tense as he tangled his hands in my hair, taking my mouth again and kissing me fiercely. I kept moving down until my hands rested on his denim-clad ass, and I moaned as I squeezed him, grasping his firm cheeks and pushing him harder against me.
"Oh, fuck...." he moaned loudly.
Suddenly he pulled himself away and stood up, panting heavily and running his fingers roughly through his hair.
"Bella, wait...stop. We can't do this. You're my friend. My very hot, sexy, extremely fuckable friend, but my friend nonetheless...and Edward's my friend...and Alice is my friend...and if we take this any further then we are going to open a whole can of worms that can never be closed again."
I stood up too, nodding my head in agreement as I tried to steady my frantic breathing and the burning ache that was pounding between my thighs. "Oh, God, Rob, you're right...we can't do this."
He started pacing and all I could look at was the way his jeans hugged his long legs. His shirt was slightly too short and as he turned it sprang up to give me a tantilizing glimpse of his fuck-hot happy trail. Oh, Jesus. It was like up until now our friendship had made me blind to his extreme hotness, but suddenly I'd tasted his addictive deliciousness first-hand and now I was like a Survivor contestant standing at an all-you-can-eat buffet but only allowed to have the soup – fucking ravenous and desperate for more. I tried to concentrate on what he was saying, but all I could do was will myself to stand still and not rip his clothes of his body like a shameless hussy.
"Look, Bella, I've seen you and Edward together, and I've seen the look that Edward gave me when he thought I was coming onto you and quite frankly, it made my balls shrivel...and Alice? Jesus, I'm fucking terrified of Alice even when she's not threatening my life and my nipples, and if either of them found out about this...and us...and the fucking hot moment we just had, I would be a walking dead-man, so I really don't see any way for this to end well, apart from the fact that I'm sure the sex would be staggeringly mind-blowing but then my post-coital bliss would be completely ruined by the fact that I couldn't hold you in my arms because I would be extremely...well, now, what's the word? Oh yeah - DEAD!"
He stopped pacing and glared at me and my girl parts lit up like a fucking Christmas tree. Why did I find his anger so damn arousing? "You're right, Rob," I said, trying like hell to convince myself. "I'm sorry I kissed you. I...Jesus...I just...argh...I just fucking needed to, ok? But it was wrong, I know. We just need to settle the fuck down and go back to being friends."
He rubbed his face roughly with his hands. "Oh, God...it felt so fucking good, but yes, Swan, it was wrong."
"So wrong," I agreed, as I imagined myself licking his fingers like they were candy.
He stared at me and a bolt of electricity passed between us. His eyes darkened and I suddenly forgot how to breathe. "So, Swan, if we want to continue spending time together, I guess we need to agree on some guidelines, ok?"
I could see his chest rising and falling quickly and I ached to nuzzle into it and inhale him.
"Um...yeah...good idea. What did you have in mind?"
He frowned. "Well...um...I guess, first of all, we shouldn't kiss each other...right?"
"Yeah. Definitely no kissing. Kissing is wrong," I panted as my eyes fixated on his perfect lips.
He nodded. "Um...but friendly kissing would be ok, right?"
"Oh yeah, definitely. Like, kissing on the cheek is fine."
"Of course, forehead is fine too. Hand? Acceptable."
"Yeah, just not...um...you know..."
"Exactly, we just can't...um..." His eyes locked on mine and we both inhaled loudly as our mutual desire filled the distance between us. "Oh, Christ, Bella...." He rubbed his eyes and groaned and when he looked back at me his eyes were blazing. "Well we certainly shouldn't do something like this for example..."
He strode over to me and claimed my mouth fiercely, grabbing my ass and plunging his tongue into my mouth as I gasped and wrapped my hands desperately around his neck. I wound my fingers in his hair and tugged roughly as he groaned into my mouth, setting my blood on fire as it coursed through my veins.
I wrenched my mouth away and panted, "Yes, we definitely shouldn't do that. That is so wrong."
"So is this," he growled as he ripped my shirt open and started palming my breasts with his skilful hands.
"Oh, fuck, yes, Rob....that is so fucking wrong..." He brought his mouth down to me and traced a white hot trail of nibbling kisses across my collar-bone before moving down to my lace-covered nipples. "Oh...ungh...God, nibbling my breasts? Definitely shouldn't do that..." I threw my head back and gasped as his hot mouth worked me into a mindless frenzy.
I grabbed his hair, gripping it in my hands and pulling his head back, exposing his neck to me.
"Ung, fuck, Bella..."
"This is probably a bad idea too," I panted as I stood on my toes and suckled his neck, running my hands across his chest as he inhaled raggedly.
"Oh, Jesus Christ...Bella...we have to stop. I've wanted you since the first moment I met you, but you and Edward? You love Edward, not me."
I trailed my hands down to the front of his shirt and frantically pulled the buttons open. "Rob, Edward left me," I gasped breathlessly as his hands pushed my hair away from my face. "He left me and smashed my heart into a millions pieces so the fact that I love him is pretty fucking irrelevant at the moment. He's not here. You are."
I opened his shirt and ran my hands across his muscled chest and abs. He closed his eyes and groaned, "Oh, Christ, Bella...I'm trying to do the right thing here."
"Don't," I whispered as I bent my head to lick his nipples.
"Oh, FUCK, woman!" He grabbed my head and pulled it up to his as he took my mouth desperately. I pushed his shirt off and trailed my hands over his beautiful body as he wrapped his arms around me and pulled me against him. I gasped as I felt his erection press into me and I pulled back to look into his eyes.
"We're supposed to be focusing on the wrong things at the moment, Pattinson, or have you fucking missed the point of what we're doing?"
"You want me to show you what we shouldn't be doing right now?" he challenged. "Fine. Edward would fucking kill us both if he saw me do this." His eyes burned into me as he grabbed my ass roughly and hoisted me around his waist, claiming my mouth as I ground myself against him. I burned with need as he pressed me up against the wall and devoured my mouth and neck, and I whimpered softly as his erection pulsed the most delicious pressure into my throbbing center. I rubbed myself against him and hooked my hands over his shoulders, digging my fingernails into his taught muscles as he crushed me passionately between his straining body and the wall.
My mind and body were quickly becoming unraveled. He was pressing all my buttons, even some I didn't know I had, and my need to consume him was becoming beyond desperate.
I untangled myself from him and he grudgingly set me down on the floor, keeping his dark eyes focused on me as he panted heavily.
"You want to see wrong, Pattinson? This is going to be so fucking wrong your head will explode."
I reached out and wrenched his jeans open pulling them down quickly before gaping in bewilderment at his boxers. "Fruit of the Loom, Rob? Really?"
He rolled his eyes. "Are you going to diss my boxers, Swan, or are you going to make my head explode, cause I know which one I'd fucking prefer."
"Right." I pulled down his boxers and quickly took him in my hand, grasping his hard shaft and squeezing tightly.
"Oh, FUCK, BELLA!" he roared loudly, falling back against the wall.
I leaned forward and took him completely in my mouth, sucking hard as I gripped the base of his length with my hand and pumped him firmly.
"Ungh...Christ. Wrong...so very, very wrong," he moaned, twisting his fingers in my hair as I hummed around him.
I knew that we had pretty much passed the point of no return now. We had ignited something too powerful in each other and like a glacier moving inexorably forward, we couldn't stop what was happening between us, and honestly, we didn't want to.
Suddenly, he gripped my head and drew me off him. "Wait...Bella, please, or my head really will explode. Fucking hell."
He pulled me back up to his mouth and kissed me deeply, wrapping himself around me and urging me backwards towards the dining room. As we reached the table he quickly unhooked my bra and ripped off my yoga pants and panties, lifting me up on the table and laying me down gently. His touch seared electricity across my skin as he ran his fingers across my breasts and down my stomach, finally drawing fiery circles on my thighs as my breath hitched and gasped. I watched in awe as he trailed his fingers down the back of my legs, hooking his hands under my knees and lifting them up before pulling my ass to the edge of the table and kneeling on the floor. He looked up at me, lust and desire oozing from his potent gaze as he growled, in the most ridiculously hot voice imaginable, "My turn."
Oh dear motherfucking God of all things orally mind-blowing.
He brought his face between my legs and started playing me like a fucking harmonica. His lips and tongue moved across me like he had a GPS of all of my erogenous zones and I writhed and flailed as he grabbed my hips and pushed his face further into me.
"Oh, fuck, yes, Rob..."
Every muscle in my core started contracting inwards as he worked his magical tongue across my swollen clit, and I moaned loudly into the still silence of the deserted apartment.
"Rob, please..." I begged as I pulled him to his feet. He stood up and moved between my legs. "Please..."
He gazed at me, knowing what I was asking of him, knowing that he could either choose to give it to me or walk away, knowing that what we were doing would change our relationship forever.
He clenched his fists and growled as he walked over and grabbed his jeans, pulling out a condom from his pocket and ripping it open. He quickly rolled it down his length and stepped back to kiss me, wrapping my legs around his waist as he positioned himself at my entrance.
"Oh Jesus, Swan...tell me to stop...please," he groaned as he nuzzled my neck.
"I can't," I panted, trailing my hands over his back and arms. "Rob, please..."
He groaned loudly and drove himself into me. "Oh, fuck, Bella!"
I gasped and threw my head back, wrapping my legs around him as he filled me, easing the empty ache and filling it with throbbing pleasure. He froze inside me and dropped his head onto my shoulder, panting warm air that floated over my body. "Bella, if this is so fucking wrong then why the hell does it feel so right?"
I pulled his face to me and kissed him deeply, groaning into his mouth as he started moving slowly, sliding his length in and out of me as I tightened around him. "Oh, Jesus, Rob...you feel amazing...God..."
"Fuck, Swan. Why the hell have we waited so long to do this?" He moaned and increased his pace, bending down to suckle my breasts. I cried out as the head of his cock started pounding my g-spot, sending jolts of spiraling pleasure into my ever-tightening core.
"Oh, yes...Rob....oh, yes...Rob."
I raked my fingernails across his back and he hissed and growled, taking it as a sign to pump into me more forcefully. He grasped my hips in his large hands, gripping them roughly as his thrusts became more frantic, and his beautiful voice echoed around the apartment as he groaned.
"Ungh...fuck, Bella. Christ, you are amazing. You feel fucking incredible around me..."
His words pulsed through me, mingling with the unbelievable thrill of his mind-blowing thrusts and I quickly found myself teetering on the edge of an all-powerful orgasm.
"Oh, Jesus, Rob....I'm so close...God, yes....more..."
He grunted loudly and brought his hand down between us, rubbing my clit and launching me into convulsions as my walls spasmed and clenched around him. "OH, FUCK, YES....ROB, YES!!"
He continued pounding into me as I felt myself gripping him fiercely, clenching and releasing and blowing my fucking mind, and then he was roaring with the force of his own climax. "JESUS FUCKING CHRIST, BELLA....OH, FUCK!"
He pushed into me and froze, wrapping himself around me as his cock pulsed and exploded inside me.
I buried my head in his neck as we both shuddered with the remnants of our orgasms, and I couldn't help but inhale his uniquely masculine scent one last time.
He stroked my back gently, resting his forehead on mine and covering me in his sweet breath. "Oh, for the love of God. Swan...that was...staggeringly fucking good."
I kissed him, sighing deeply as I said, "And yet, so wrong..."
He took my face in his hands and stroked my cheeks, his eyes darkening and blazing as he watched me lick my lips. "Well, if that's wrong, my incredibly fuck-tastic friend," he breathed in the king of all sex-voices, "then I don't ever want to be right."
I kissed him again and pulled his hair roughly as I groaned in agreement.