Penname: katty8812

Title: Inception on a Rainy Night

Summary: Bella Swan knows the deadly secret of Professor Cullen, yet she can't help being attracted to him.

Disclaimer: Twilight and its characters belong to Stephanie Meyer though I do enjoy playing with them.

Author's note: This is my first attempt at writing a lemon. Please be kind!

Bella walked hurriedly on the wet streets. The dark night and the empty roads did nothing to calm her down.

Dratted ball game! She thought viciously. The roads that would have been teeming with students and couples from the varsity were conspicuously empty as all of them had gathered in groups in pubs or bars to cheer the Seattle sea hawks to victory.

She slipped slightly on the wet pavement, thanks to the worn out soles of her ancient sneakers. Bella immediately slowed down, not wanting the night to end in a visit to the hospital.

She thought of the Nissan she would buy with the money she was saving up. Her pocket was full of a wad of notes, her weekly pay, which was really good for someone who worked behind the bar. It was a popular bar and she had soon discovered that she was less likely to drop something from her hands than she was to trip up on her traitorous two left feet. While she did not enjoy drunken men with beer bellies hitting on her, she knew that desperate times called for desperate measures.

She had always been an independent girl and while both Charlie and René had offered to aid her during college, she had steadfastly refused all their help. Her on-campus job at the library and some free lance writing work had helped her through the first semester, however with the sinking economy and rising prices, she found herself on very thin ice while trying to pay the tuition and remaining at the top of her studies.

Then in the midst of it all, her beloved truck had finally passed away. She was glad that 'Beth' as she had named it, had quietly passed away in her sleep and simply refused to start the next morning. It was just as well, Beth had been on life support for a very long time and the doctors had told Bella that no amount of surgery could bring back the dead. It was time to say goodbye and put Beth to rest at the local junkyard.

Bella sighed as she continued to walk; it was still a long way to her dingy apartment. As always, her thoughts turned to a certain professor of hers. While she was a lit major and intended to make a mark in the literary world, she had chosen American history as her minor.

Little did she know when she had filled out her application forms that her choice would show her depths of depravity and heights of desire. In a class of over a hundred and fifty students, with her body humming with excitement, her pen posed over the writing pad, she had first seen Professor Cullen.

She had dropped her pen and ignored the writing pad.

Lightning flashed in the sky and a light drizzle started.

"Damn!" she cursed as she quickened her pace to dangerous levels that threatened bodily harm. Having lived in Washington long enough, she knew it wouldn't take long before the drizzle turned into a downpour.

She remembered the walks she took with Jacob, her childhood friend on the beaches and the tribal legends he told her. She had been fascinated with the story of the 'cold ones'. Being a nerd, and having almost no social life, she had used her free time following the myth of the cold ones.

She became deeply absorbed into the stories of the blood-drinking creatures as she found more and more references to the creatures throughout history, in almost all parts of the world. She followed the myths of the Strigoi as Romanians called them and those of Vrykolakas as the ancient Greek named them. She followed the Upyr legends from Russia and understood the characteristics of BrahmarākŞhasa in India.

It was mentioned that legends of these creatures first started in India, China and Egypt from where, by way of the silk route, their stories made their way to the west. The creatures were always mentioned as undead, drinking blood, hard and cold. They were believed to lack the water element and hence were hard and always thirsty.

While Bella never cared for movies like Dracula, she lapped up all the information she could find on these mythical creatures with morbid fascination. As work and study pressures increased in her senior year, her obsession with the myths and legends came to a halt and she never gave them another thought.

Not until two weeks ago.

She sat quietly, waiting for the class to begin. She carried no pen or paper with her. It was pointless, she had tried her very best to focus on the lecture, but she always found herself drowning in his golden eyes, in that smooth enigmatic voice and the chiseled features of his beautiful face.

Professor Cullen was driving her to distraction and she had no idea what to do. Never before had she felt so strong an attraction.

Get a hold of yourself Bella! She chastised herself. Crushing on a teacher? How pathetic can you get?

With all said and done, she simply couldn't ignore the fact that she had never before felt like this for anyone. She did not just want him; she needed him. In all his classes, she would memorize his every action, his each gesture, even the smallest nuance and store it away for later.

Later came every night, in her bed, on the couch, in the shower. When there was no fear of exposure, in the privacy of her apartment, when the need for him reached a fever pitch and the urgency for his touch could not be quelled, she would reach down and touch herself.

She would imagine that the fingers stroking her so intimately were his. The hand that roved the expanse of her naked skin was his and soon she would be caught up in her fantasy.

The thought of his lips ghosting over her lips, her neck, her breasts would make her frantic. The idea of his body seeking her made her pant and gasp. The notion of his teasing fingers and tongue would make the fire glow in her stomach even as the coil of pleasure wound tighter, reaching the point where it was almost painful.

Finally, the image of him on top of her, filling her, stretching her, possessing her would make her scream and see the stars.

Bella blushed and shifted in her seat, rubbing her thighs together to try and reduce the ache between them as Professor Cullen entered the class. She allowed his deep melodious voice to wash over her as she watched his every move when suddenly, his roaming gaze locked with hers for a moment. She felt a gush of warmth between her legs and impossibly, his golden eyes seem to darken as they stared into hers.

For the rest of the lecture, she couldn't even focus on him as tingles ran amok in her body at the memory of his dark gaze. She decided to stay back after class to talk to him, any and every excuse would do. However, as the bell rang and the class emptied, she had lost her nerve. She rushed out, trying to put as much distance as she could between herself and the alluring professor when she tripped over her shoelaces that had come undone.

Her face was about to become intimately acquainted with the hard floor when a hand grasped her upper arm. She tethered for a moment at a Matrix worthy angle and yet her mind could process nothing but the hand that had grasped her. It was cold as ice and hard as marble.

Images flitted across her eyes as myths and stories echoed in her ears about the cold ones. Before she could turn and face her savior, her mind had already reached a conclusion.


On righting herself and turning, she found herself looking into the golden eyes she had dreamed about for the past several weeks.

"Miss Swan, one should watch where one is going, lest there be an accident. You could have been hurt," he said in a soft voice.

Her mind seemed to snap as she tried to reconcile the creature from the legends to the stunning man standing in front of her. Instead of murmuring some generic words of gratitude, in the shock of the moment, she had blurted out the first thing that came to her mind.

"I know what you are."

She did not know what response she was expecting, but his expressionless face was not it.

"Indeed," he responded as he smoothly walked away.

There was no fighting the torrential downpour now. Bella ran to seek refuge at the entrance of a closed building. She muttered curses under her breath as she waited for the deluge to ease. Wet as she was, soon she started shivering as the rain refused to let up. She was considering resuming her journey despite the rain when a black Mercedes drove up alongside the pavement.

Please God, she prayed, don't let it be a maniac or a junkie.

Her breath caught as she saw who was in the driver's seat as the glass lowered. Professor Cullen's gaze bored into her wide eyes as he spoke.

"It seems you are in need of help, Miss Swan."

In all the noise of the pouring rain, she could still very clearly hear his soft voice. She stood there, paralyzed with conflicting emotions. Fear, desire and curiosity warred within her as she continued to stare at him.

Noting her indecision, he got out of the car and moved to the other side to hold the passenger door open for her. Something in his eyes made the decision for her and as she slid into the car, she felt as though she had leaped off a cliff with no idea of what lay beneath.

The heater in the car was at full blast as she studied the profile of the man beside her. How many times had she fantasized about him? Even after discovering his secret, she could not let go of her longing for him. For the past two weeks, she had been waiting. What for, she had no idea. Perhaps, she was waiting for sudden disappearances or murders. Or maybe she was waiting to be pulled into a dark alcove to be devoured.

It felt as though her mind had been split into two, the rational part screaming at her to run while the irrational, Cullen addled part asking her to wait and watch. It repeatedly assured her that he would come to her.

It was obvious which part won.

Bella tore her eyes away from his face as her heartbeat started to rise and she started feeling the first stirrings of her desire. She looked out of the window to find that they were traveling on a road hitherto unknown to her.

Run! Her mind screamed at her, but her body refused to obey.

The agonized silence was broken as the car came to a halt on the gravel outside a large mansion. Before she could make any observations, he was at her door in a flash to open the door for her.

A chivalrous vampire she mused as she entered the foyer. He moved silently through a pair of doors as she looked at the lair of the demon. The house looked more like a museum than anything else. It was nothing like the dark, damp cave she had imagined with cobwebs hanging off the walls.

Suddenly, she was cocooned in warmth and found that he had draped a shawl around her shoulders as he handed her a cup of steaming hot chocolate. She took the cup from him, her frozen fingers warming from its heat as he directed her to sit on a chaise.

She blew on the cup and took a hesitant sip and smiled as the thick, sweet liquid made its way down her throat, warming her from within. She found him standing in front of her, still as a statue, gazing at her with an intensity that made the blush rise up in her cheeks. As she took another sip, she wondered how completely bizarre the entire situation was.

As the silence grew, her mental filter seemed to have clogged up completely as she said the first thing that came to her mind.

"You keep chocolate in your house?"

A ghost of a smile flitted across his face as he continued to observe her single-mindedly.

"It is just to keep up appearances."

She nodded. "I see, obviously it's not of much use to you."

Again he gave her a curious look. He seemed to be struggling with himself. He took a deep breath, as he seemed to reach a decision.

"Tell me how you found out about my kind."

It was not a request but a command.

She never considered disobeying. She simply started recounting how she had been sucked into the world of mythical creatures. He listened to her silently, but every now and then, a look of complete disbelief would show on his face, after which he would immediately school his features into neutrality.

She finished her tale by recounting the incident where he had kept her from falling down and how she had recognized his touch.

He muttered something, too low for her to hear though is sounded suspiciously like 'weakness'.

Again the silence stretched between them, the flickering flames of the fire casting shadows to dance on their faces. She did not know how long it had been, only that her once sodden clothes were dry and that she had to do something, anything to break the silence. But when in desperate need of them, words failed her. Finally, she willed her body to move and stood up on shaky legs.

She felt like she was under water, where every movement was slow, fuzzy and buoyant as she approached him. As she looked in his eyes, she could find nothing. She had not known what she had been looking for in his ocher eyes, but she had expected to find something. Numbly, she moved towards the front door and was about to pull it open when she felt his cold hand grip her wrist from behind her.

She froze, her hand on the handle of the door as cool breath ghosted on the back of her neck, stirring the strands of her hair. "Did you know," he whispered against the shell of her ear, "that I could smell your arousal in the class, day after day?"

Bella whipped around and gasped as she took in his darkened eyes. The amount of want in those bottomless black eyes nearly brought her to her knees. He placed his hands on either side of her waist, trapping her between him and the closed door. He leaned into her, breathing in her scent deeply as her heart started racing and the pulse started pounding in her ears.

"Did you know, I can feel your desire for me?" he whispered again as she drew in a shaky breath. "I can hear your heart flutter in your chest, I can hear the blood rushing through your veins, and I can smell the pheromones releasing in your blood at my proximity."

At this point, Bella was too far-gone to react in any way. He completely overwhelmed her. Her body was thrumming at his closeness, his dark gaze making a fire erupt in her belly. Her senses swam with his scent, cinnamon, cloves and the overpowering sweetness of frankincense and myrrh.

"Isabella Marie Swan," he whispered, his cool lips almost upon her feverish ones, "what do you want?"

"You," came her slightly choked response and then, suddenly the world faded away as everything around her blurred and then she was lying on her back on a huge four-poster bed, covered in blood red silken sheets.

He hovered on top of her, drinking her in with his eyes, making wetness pool between her legs. At her reaction, his eyes grew impossibly darker as a low rumbling sound came from his chest. Her shoes and socks were off in a flash and he buried his face in her neck as he asked her one last time.

"Are you sure?" he questioned, his voice low and husky. "There is no going back."

She moaned in response, incoherent with yearning as she arched her back, trying to bring her body in contact with his. He growled and took her wrists in his iron grip and placed them on the headboard.

"Keep your hands here. Do not move them. I don't want them in my way."

She nodded, looking on as he slowly unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it off. Bella tightened her grip on the headboard as her hands itched to roam over the pale expanse of his chest. He unbuttoned the first two buttons of her shirt and again buried his face in her neck, kissing the pulse point behind her ear.

Instead of being scared, Bella became all the more aroused as she let out a sigh. Then, without warning, his lips descended on her. The kiss was bruising, devastating as he pried her lips apart with his and plundered her mouth. There was no tenderness in the act, it was a demanding kiss filled with lust and longing. She offered him all that she had and he took what he wanted unabashedly.

Bella's mind, delirious with pleasure caught his words as he continued to kiss his way down her neck, to her collarbone.

"So soft… so sweet… so warm…"

The feel of his cold lips moving over her flushed skin made jolts flow through her nerve endings. He took hold of the edge of her shirt and with a roar, ripped it off her body, the buttons making plinking sounds as they hit the walls and floor.

His hands moved on the flat planes of her stomach as his mouth trailed over her shoulders. "Do you have any idea how you have tortured me?" he asked, his voice losing the cultivated tone of a professor as it became tinged with a southern twang. "Breathin' in your scent everyday, watching you sitting in front of me but too far to reach? Your body callin' to me as much as your blood?"

He ripped off her bra, much as he had done with her shirt and pinched her nipples hard. She screamed as she felt her center pulsing with need, the pain in her nipples getting translated to pleasure.

"Oh yes, darlin'," he smiled devilishly, "you are going to pay for what you put me through."

He dipped his fingers in the waistband of her jeans as his mouth trailed down between her breasts, licking and sucking her feverish skin. He tortured her nipples till they were hard peaks, bruised red and inflamed with his biting and suckling.

It was too much, too much. Bella was panting, her breath coming in uneven gasps as her center ached for friction. She could no longer lie still as his tongue dipped into her belly button. Her hips bucked and they were immediately pinned to the bed by his firm grip.

"Impatient, darlin'?" he asked as he took in her naked torso, flushed pink, her chest heaving with her labored breath. She looked at him with hooded eyes as her unbuttoned the fly of her jeans and lowered the zipper. With a jerk, he pulled off her jeans, taking her plain cotton panties along with it.

The smell of her arousal hit him hard as he let out a growl and covered her lips with is own for another kiss. His tongue tasted the sweet crevices of her mouth as one hand tangled itself in her hair while the other stroked her hipbone. Bella started squirming beneath him, rubbing her body along his.

"Patience, love. I'm going to take my time loving your sweet body." He moved lower till his face was level with the apex of her thighs. Gently, he nuzzled the curls at the top and both of them moaned simultaneously. She parted her legs willingly for him as he took in the sight of her glistening lips.

He blew cool air on her and her hips bucked again. "You want me real bad, don't you sugar? Look how wet you are for me!" Bella moaned again in agreement with him. He dipped one finger between her lips and gathered the moisture. He looked at the glistening tip of his finger and sucked it into his mouth as she watched with rapt attention.

A litany of profanities fell from his lips as he tasted her for the first time.

Without waiting, he lowered his head between her delicate thighs. His fingers drew lazy circles on the hipbones as he inhaled the musk of her womanhood. "Ambrosia," he said as he licked his lips and started tasting her.

His cold tongue lapped at her heated center as she whimpered with the overload of pleasure. He tongued her everywhere but the place where she was aching for contact. As he dipped his tongue into her channel, she screamed and her hands flew to grip his honey locks and pull him closer.

Instantly, his movements ceased and he froze. He rose up to look at her, she was crying and whimpering at the loss of contact. He grabbed her chin between his forefinger and thumb, forcing her to look at him.

"What did I tell you about keeping your hands out of my way?" he growled. Again, he repositioned her arms above her head. "You do not want to play with me, Bella," he whispered silkily, "because there are so many ways for me to torture you otherwise. So many ways for me to play with your body without bringing you fulfillment. You wouldn't want that now, would you?"

At her silence, his anger seemed to flare. "Answer me!"

"No," she sobbed out.

Why was he doing this? Did he not know how long she had waited for him, how badly she needed him?

Satisfied with her answer, he returned back to his task, lazily lapping at her, without ever touching her clit. She was waiting, waiting for him to touch that bundle of nerves when suddenly he pushed two fingers into her channel. Bella cried out, the sensation of his cold fingers in her melting heat unlike anything she had ever felt.

The professor also seemed to be panting, murmuring in a worshipful tone. "So wet… so hot… so tight…"

Slowly he pumped his fingers as his tongue started flicking her clit in a perfect rhythm. And then he did something that threatened to throw Bella off the precarious ledge on which she was balanced.

He nibbled, yes, nibbled on her clit. Just as her orgasm was about to take over, he withdrew his fingers and mouth from her. Bella let out a frustrated cry at the emptiness and his mouth descended on her inner thigh. Biting and sucking furiously, he marked her as his own.

Slowly, he crawled up and took possession of her mouth again, making her taste herself on his lips. She moaned into his mouth at the eroticism of the act. In a second, his pants were gone as he settled himself between her thighs and placed his length at her opening.

Swiftly, with a thrust he had sheathed himself completely into her, both of them moaning and groaning as their bodies became one. While she was no virgin, Bella had never been filled the way he filled her. He was overwhelmed with the heat of her body and his breath became ragged with the effort it took not to pound into her like an animal and kill her.

Slowly, he began to thrust into her, growling at the feeling of being enveloped in her wet heat. Her hips began to match his movements, thrust for thrust. She wrapped her legs around his waist, drawing him deeper within her. Soon, both of them were tethering at the edge of their orgasms, his thrusts becoming shorter and more erratic as her incoherent cries filled the room. Again, he stilled, looking at the visage of the girl beneath him. He wondered what it was that he had done in his depraved existence to deserve such a gift.

Bella tried to move, but he had her pinned beneath him.

"Please, please!" she begged.

Bringing forth all the control he had developed over the centuries, he remained still, as he asked, "What do you want? Say it!"

"Move! Please, move within me," she begged, all illusions of propriety lost in the haze of pleasure.

"Say my name," he demanded.

"Please, pro…professor!" she continued to whimper.

"My name, Miss. Swan, I want to hear my name on your lips."

"I'm begging you, please, professor Cullen!"

"Say . my . name!" he roared as he thrust into her again, while he pinched her clit cruelly.

"Jasper!" she screamed, as a tidal wave of lust washed over her, as finally he lost control of his gift.

Her orgasm seized her body, her lips opening in a silent scream as wave after wave of rapture coursed through her, clenching her muscles around him as he continued to pump, finally emptying himself in her with an animalistic roar.

Even as her body continued to throb as he collapsed on top of her, she continued to chant his name.

"Jasper, Jasper, Jasper…" because he had asked her to say it, and she could never deny him anything. As the aftershocks of their coupling continued to pulse through them, she continued to whisper his name like a prayer.

Slowly, he raised himself on his elbows and looked at her. Her heart seemed to overflow with something intense which she did not know how to name. His dark eyes had now returned to the normal amber color and the tenderness in his gaze as her brushed wet curls off her forehead made her heart thump in joy.

Gently, he pried her hands off the headboard, her fingers stiff from their tight grip. Softly, he kissed each finger and each knuckle before placing a kiss on each of her palms. She cupped his face in her tiny hands, finally giving into the desire to touch him. She pulled him down for a kiss, so gentle, so tender, so sweet, that she could have wept from the beauty of it.

As they looked into each other's eyes, she realized he was still buried in her, hard as rock. Her eyes widened with incredulity at this discovery. A roguish grin spread on his face as he leaned down to whisper in her ear.

"There are some things you have not discovered in your research darlin'," he drawled as goose bumps broke over her skin. "One of them is that we vampires are insatiable!"

She looked into his rapidly darkening eyes and again heat flared within her.

"This is just the beginning," he promised as he leaned down to capture her lips in a searing kiss again.