Disclaimer: All Twilight characters belong to Stephenie Meyer, but this twisted plot belongs to me. Please forgive my errors. :)
It only took one month for me to fall in love with Leah. This was completely different from the infatuation I had since I first met her. That innocent obsession had blossomed into something I couldn't control. She began taking over my thoughts and dreams, slowly changing my world until it revolved around her.
Somewhere down the line, it stopped being about sex and turned into a relationship. Don't get me wrong. The sex was magical, but there were also sweeter times. Sometimes when she came over, we'd cuddle on the couch and watch movies. Other times, she'd come over just to get some work done. Sometimes, Sam would invite friends over to watch some sporting event and things would get rowdy. It didn't matter what day of the week it was. This was fine on the weekends, but for a teacher who had papers to grade, it was quite a hindrance.
At first, she'd make excuses to come over. The first time she'd showed up, she'd brought the clothes that she borrowed our first night together, freshly laundered and folded. We'd asked each other how things were and made small talk. Eventually, the tension became too much. She was in my arms in an instant, kissing me like there was no tomorrow.
Another time, she'd come by because she claimed she'd left her sunglasses the last time she was over.
"Hey," Leah said as she rocked side to side. She stared at me, cautiously holding her hands behind her back. "I...um…was wondering if I left my sunglasses here."
I smirked at her. Damn, she was cute when she was trying to be elusive. "No, they're not here." I leaned against the doorjamb while smirking at her awkwardness.
"Oh, I guess I left them at work or something." She knotted her fingers and waited, sneaking hesitant glances at me.
The hunger was shining in her eyes. She wanted to come in so bad, but she didn't want to overstep. It was amazing how much Leah had changed over the years. Had Sam slowly chipped away at the fiery passion that burned within her that it was almost snuffed out? The Leah I grew up would have just said what she wanted and taken it, but this one was cautious. When she was with me, I saw glimpses of that passion she used to have. She wouldn't let her walls down; instead she stepped from behind them for a while. With me, she didn't have to fit some mold that Sam created for her. She could just be Leah. It became my personal goal to get that Leah back.
She was fidgeting, probably debating whether to leave or not. I finally decided to put her out of her misery.
"Get in here," I commanded and pulled her inside. She giggled and jumped into my open arms. I kissed her hard, catching her whimpers in my mouth. As soon as the door was shut, I had her pinned against it and suffocated her with kisses. Her fingers dug into my hair, and my hands grasped every inch of flesh I could get. She didn't protest when I unbuttoned her jeans. "You don't have to make excuses to come see me, okay?" I whispered against her lips.
She nodded and lifted her arms so I could pull off her shirt.
"You're always welcome here." I made quick work of her bra and ran my fingers over her nipple, causing a tremor to run through her. My fingers spread across her back, so I could arch her back. I leaned down to pull the taut nipple in my mouth. I sucked on the erect bud and made a popping sound when I released it. "Understand?"
"Yes," she whimpered.
We left a trail of clothes to my bedroom and soon she was under me, squirming and begging me not to stop.
For those moments, it almost seemed like we were a real couple. I felt so comfortable around her and she seemed to relax around me. As cheesy as this sounds, we talked for hours.
"What makes you happy, Leah?" I asked. We were sitting on my loveseat, half naked. She was still wearing her bra and a delicious pair of blue boy shorts. I was shirtless and in my boxers. She was straddled lazily across over me as my hands rested on her lower back.
"What do you mean?" She smiled as she ran her thumb over my lips and rolled her hips over my growing erection.
I growled as a tremor of passion ran through me. "Just what I said. What gives you the most joy?"
"I don't know." She was being evasive. "I guess, maybe…"
I buried my face in the crook of her neck. "I'm listening."
"Well, when I'm teaching and one of my students gets it." She smiled lightly. "I love my job, but teaching high school teenagers can be a challenge. I imagine sometimes that I sound like the teacher in Charlie Brown cartoons. But if just one of them understands what I'm teaching, it's worth it."
Watching her face light up with joy was amazing. She was beautiful, but when she talked about something that was close to her heart, she radiated light. She was like the sun, and I was the moon staring at wonder at her brightness.
"What else?" I asked, running my fingers between the elastic of her panties. "What else keeps that beautiful smile on your face?"
"Well…" she trailed off, pushing her short hair out of her eyes.
"Well what?" I prompted and moved her chin so she would look at me. "Tell me, honey. I want to know."
"I write…a little," she finally confessed.
She nodded. "I'm writing a novel. It's about halfway done."
"That sounds like more than a little writing." My nose rubbed against hers affectionately. "I've known you for years and I never knew that about you."
"Well, I've been writing for years, but no one knew about it." She laughed lightly. "Not even Rose. I haven't been brave enough to share my work with anyone. I guess I should thank you." She dropped her head to mine.
"I haven't written anything new in years," she confessed. "But since I've been spending time with you," She kissed me briefly and continued, "I've been inspired to write again. You're my muse, Edward."
"Really?" I couldn't believe it. Not only did she share something with me that no one knew about, I was the reason she opened the door to her creativity again. "Will you let me read it, sometime?"
"Maybe." She buried her face in the juncture between my neck and shoulder, her long eyelashes tickling me as they fluttered.
"Maybe?" I moved her so she would look at me. "You can't tell me I'm your inspiration and not let me see what I've inspired. For all I know, you've written a story about a doctor who went crazy."
"No." Leah shook her head and lowered her voice. "It's a romance novel."
"With sex scenes?"
"There are a few." Her finger trailed from my ear to my chin. "Like I said, you're my inspiration."
"Well, now I definitely need to read it."
"We'll see?" I said with a chuckle. "It looks like we're going to have to negotiate some things. I might have to sway things my way." She giggled as I laid her on her back.
"And how are you going to do that?" she asked as she lifted her hips so I could peel off her underwear.
"Baby, I have excellent negotiating skills." I began kissing her belly and then moved lower. Soon, her giggles turned into soft sighs and moans. I remember her screaming "Yes!", and took that as a strong point in my favor.
The next time she came over, she seemed jumpy and nervous. She was in my room, fidgeting with something in her purse on the dresser. It was the strangest thing. She'd open her purse, pull something out then shake her head and put it back in. This went on for about five minutes before I decided to intervene.
"Leah?" I popped up behind her and she nearly jumped out of her skin. "Oh, sorry, baby. I didn't mean to scare you."
"It's okay." She slowly turned around and held one hand over her heart. I saw her fisted hand in the mirror as she held it behind her back.
"What you got there?" I asked, reaching around to grab her hand, but she yanked it free.
"Nothing." She started to move away, but I trapped her there, placing a hand on either side of her hips.
"If it's nothing, then you can show me."
Her big brown eyes looked at me anxiously and I became apprehensive. "Baby, I was just kidding. You don't have to show me if you don't want to." I took a few steps back.
She took a deep breath and slowly released it. "No, I was just…" she started and I waited for her to continue. "Remember when you asked to read my novel?"
She slowly brought her hand in front of her and opened it. Inside her palm was a flash drive.
"It's what I've written so far." She dropped it in my hand.
"It looks like my negotiating skills worked," I joked.
"Well, you do have a way with words and a very talented mouth." She smirked then gestured toward the flash drive in my hand. "I would like you to read it, but I want your honest opinion." She jabbed her finger into my chest. "No sugarcoating things."
"Okay." I looked down at drive and carefully wrapped my fingers it.
"And please don't show it to anyone."
"Of course, not." I stepped forward and kissed her deeply. "Thank you for trusting me with this." I headed to my nightstand to grab my laptop.
"You can't read it now!" Leah urgently grabbed my arm.
"Why not?" I couldn't wait to see what she'd written and if any of our adventures made the cut.
"Because, I don't want to be here when you read it. Wait until after I leave, okay?"
"Okay." I relented and put the drive in the first drawer of my night stand.
We'd continued to meet at my house. It was the best option since I lived alone. My sister, Alice, owned a property management company and found the perfect place for me. It was farther away from my office than the condo, but it was in walking distance to the park where I liked to run. My neighbors were nice, but kept to themselves, so they didn't comment on the fact that I had a woman coming over and sometimes staying the night.
Lately, Leah and I had been venturing out together as long as it was out of the city. I didn't mind the drive though. I treasured those moments I had with her. It became a mini therapy session. Sometimes we'd talk about our fathers and how they frustrating they could be. Other times we'd talk about what we wanted in life. One subject we never talked about was our status. I didn't want to risk losing this feeling, so I just let things be what they were.
Since Sam was away on one of his "business trips", Leah spent the weekend with me. On Saturday, we went to the Olympic Gaming Farm in Sequim, Washington, about an hour and half away from Forks. It was a farm that held all sorts of animals in their natural habitat.
It was a rare partly cloudy day, which was great since we were outside. We waited patiently in line for tickets, hand in hand like a normal couple.
"Isn't that sweet?" Leah pointed casually at the couple in front of us. They were elderly, the man's arm linked with his wife as they moved forward.
"Yeah, it is." I stared at them and saw the two of us in the future, visiting places like this. The possibility of having a family with her flashed in my mind, and I quickly pushed it away. It was a bad idea to let my mind wander there, but I couldn't shake it. No matter what happened between Leah and me, she would always own a piece of my heart.
We hopped on the tour bus and found seats near the middle. Leah sat next to the window, waiting anxiously like a child for the tour to start. I could feel the excitement radiating from her. I was excited too. We rode through the park as the guide spoke facts about the various animals. It really was amazing. There were so many beautiful creatures there, some of them endangered and exotic.
The ones that really caught Leah's eye were the wolves. As a pack of them were roaming, a small gray wolf broke off and stepped closer to the fence. Its knowing eyes centered on Leah.
"Edward, look," Leah said, tapping my leg. The gray wolf sat down and watched Leah curiously. "Isn't she beautiful?"
"Yes, she is." I kissed her cheek. "Babe, I think she likes you."
"Yeah, I like her, too." She leaned against me as the bus started moving again, the wolf's eyes staying with Leah until we were out of sight.
After our tour, we bought a few souvenirs and we went to get something to eat. Afterward, we walked through the town, observing the little shops. Her hand was intertwined with mine as we strolled along. It was nice not have to sneak around.
The sun was setting by the time we headed home. After she called home to make sure she didn't have any messages, we headed to the shower. At her suggestion, it would save water if we took a shower together. Who was I to argue? As soon as we were out of the shower, we skipped getting dressed and made love slowly. We passed out after that, her limbs clinging to me.
We were still pretty tired from the night before, so we didn't leave the house. We'd made love most of the afternoon and decided that it was futile to wear clothes. I'd just take them off, anyway.
The afternoon soon turned into early evening and Leah had to go, but I didn't want her to leave yet.
"Edward, I have to go," Leah said around a giggle as I pulled her back against me.
"Yeah, you said that an hour ago," I answered as I began kissing her neck.
"I know, but I really have to leave." She forced me to look in her deep brown eyes, her smile slowly fading. I would have loved for her to stay here for the rest of the day, but it wasn't practical. She'd already spent all weekend with me, and it was great, but people would ask questions.
"Okay." I kissed her once more, showing her all my passion and frustration and slowly pulled away. I watched her slowly get up, her naked body teasing me as she searched for her panties.
"Looking for these?" I twisted the red lace between my fingers.
She grinned at me and slowly crawled across the bed until she reached me. Her lips met mine in a fevered kiss before she untangled them from my fingers. "Thanks." Her eyes glistened with mischief.
"I know a way you could thank me," I teased, pinching her thigh. She laughed and began putting her clothes back on. One thing I loved was watching Leah undress, but watching her slowly dress in front of me wasn't bad either. She'd occasionally look over her shoulder, ensuring that I was watching her leisurely clasp her bra or the sensual way she'd slide her jeans over her lean legs.
She pulled her shirt over her head, and said, "Are you gonna walk me out?"
"Yep." I got up, pulled on a pair of sweat pants, and followed her to my door.
Her overnight bag and purse swayed as we made our way to the front door.
She turned around, stepped on her toes and kissed me. Her things dropped to the floor as my arms circled her, one hand landing on her ass, the other threading through her short hair. Her leaving was the worst. The smile she'd had when she was with me slowly faded away as she headed back to the reality of her life.
"I had a great time, Edward." Her hands rested on my chest.
"I'm glad." I lifted her chin so she'd look at me. "I like it when you spend time with me, Leah."
"I like spending time with you." She kissed me again, hungrily and desperately. I'd pinned her against the door, my growing erection bumping against her hip. "And if you keep doing that, you aren't going anywhere."
"Doing what?" she said innocently.
"You know what." I pinched her ass and she yelped then giggled. She made it hard for me to restrain myself, but I did. I kissed her once more and said, "We should do this again; maybe we could go to the museum."
"Okay," she answered. She picked up her things and unlocked the door. "It's a date."
The door squeaked open and my heart plummeted to my stomach. My sister, Alice, was standing there, her hand wrapped in a fist ready to knock. Her eyes shifted suspiciously between the two of us.
We looked extremely guilty, me wearing only a pair of sweat pants and Leah's clothes askew from my kisses.
"Hi?" came out more as a question as her expression went from questions to all the answers she needed to know. The accusations were sure to come and Leah took her cue.
Leah cleared her throat nervously. "Well, I'll see you later, Edward." She hastily made her way outside.
"Yeah, definitely." I starred at her deliberately, hoping she'd get the message that she could still come back.
My eyes shifted to the worried look on Leah's face to my sister's angry pout.
As Leah hopped in her car, I walked inside. The door slammed shut behind me.
"What the hell that?" Alice said, dropping her keys and purse on the kitchen counter.
"What the hell was what?" I knew playing dumb would only infuriate her, but I couldn't help myself. I headed to the kitchen to grab a beer. If I was going to listen to Alice bitch at me, I needed something to help me relax.
"Why was Leah here?" She pointed toward the closed door that Leah just exited.
"Because she's my friend." I took a long sip then continued, "She has every right to be here if she wants."
"What kind of friend, Edward?" Her stare so intense, I felt the heat burning into my skin. "Because I know what kind of friend leaves a man's apartment with her clothes all rumpled."
"So, she forgot the iron her clothes before she got here." I shrugged nonchalantly. "Big deal."
"Yeah? What's your excuse?" Alice gestured toward my bare chest. "Is it laundry day?"
"As a matter of fact…" I stared at my sweat pants.
Alice raised her hand for me to stop. "I'm not stupid, Edward. Remember I lived this. I've heard every excuse in the book."
Alice knew firsthand what it was like. She dated a real asshole for almost four years and he cheated on her for most of that time. She'd caught him red handed many times, and he'd squirmed his way out of it, promising to be faithful to her. She reached her breaking point when she'd caught him with one of her close friends.
"It's different," I muttered as I leaned against the counter.
"Are you kidding me? Are you going to say something asinine like 'the heart wants what the heart wants'? Or did she just fall on your dick?" She ran her hands through her hair. "I knew there was something different about you, but I thought it had to do with the doctor."
"Doctor?" I scratched my head as I tried to remember a doctor.
"You know, Angela's friend. Angela told me you both got along great at Charlie's birthday party, so I assumed that's who you were seeing."
"Oh! Yeah, Dr. Patrick. She's nice, but she's not for me."
"How do you know?" Alice asked. "Did you even give her a shot or were you too busy destroying someone else's marriage."
I laughed harshly and said, "You have no idea what you're talking about." I placed the bottle to my lips in an effort to keep my mouth shut.
"Oh, no?" She stepped closer to me. "Leah's married and here you are, slinking around like some snake waiting to strike. I never in a million years thought you were that person, Edward." Alice headed to the fridge and helped herself to some iced tea. She hated beer.
"Sam's fucking her cousin," I shot back. "Did you know that? So if anyone is destroying marriages, it's Sam." She slowly lifted her head as the refrigerator door closed. She didn't look surprised. Of course she knew. Like I said, she lived this, so she knew all the signs. "Yeah, she knows everything because she caught them in the act. In fact, he probably went away with her while Leah was with me."
"So what you're saying is that you're part of some revenge plan?" Alice narrowed her eyes at me. "Something to get back at Sam with."
"It's not like that with us," I answered softly. Sure things may have started that way, but they weren't like that now.
"Alright, tell me everything." She pulled on my arm to join her at the dining room table. She took a seat and pointed at the empty chair across from her for me to sit. "Convince me not blow the lid off this thing."
"Alice!" I exclaimed. "Why can't you just mind your own business?"
"Because you're my brother and I care about you. I won't let anyone use your feelings as a weapon for vengeance." She crossed her arms and looked at me expectantly.
I sighed. As pushy as my sister was, I knew she came from a good place. Besides, if I didn't tell her, she'd bring Emmett into this. He couldn't keep something like this a secret to save his life.
I told her everything starting with my pity party at Jacob's wedding, to my birthday wish and Leah granting it on the dining room table. I even mentioned our little rendezvous at Charlie's 50th.
Alice hurriedly scooted away from the table, nearly toppling backwards. "First thing, we have to find someplace else to talk. There's no way I'm ever sitting at this table again." Her brow crinkled as she stared at the table.
I rolled my eyes and we headed to the living room. She could be so dramatic, sometimes. I took a seat on the couch and rested my feet on the coffee table.
"This has been going on since Jake's wedding?" Alice took a seat on the couch, folding one leg in front of her, the other hung over the edge barely touching the floor.
"Yep." It had been about two months since this whole thing started and it was probably the best two months of my life.
"And no one knows?"
"Well, Leah says that Rosalie Hale knows, but that's it." I finished my beer and set the empty bottle on the coffee table.
"Jake doesn't even know!" Alice exclaimed.
I shook my head. "I didn't know how he would react. Leah may not be his sister, but he treats her like one. It would be just the same as me sleeping with Rachel or Rebecca. You remember when he flipped out when he found out that Paul and Rachel slept together once."
"Are you going to tell him?"
I shrugged. "Maybe one day. Maybe we'll just keep this between me and her…and you and Rosalie."
Alice looked soberly at me. "I get it, you know. You've been in love with her since you were ten, but don't you wonder if she's just using you to get Sam's attention, like she holding a grenade and just waiting for the right time to let it explode?"
"Leah's not like that," I argued. Alice didn't see how happy Leah was with me and how the light that used to shine bright before was slowly burning again.
"She's scorned, Edward. Sam's sleeping with her cousin. It's not some unknown bimbo he met at a bar; he's sleeping with someone she's known her entire life. You'd be surprised at what you'd do when someone betrays you like that."
I remembered Alice telling me how angry she was when she found out James was sleeping with Victoria, one of Alice's closest friends. I also remembered hearing about James finding his 1967 cherry red mustang covered in scratches as well as four slashed tires. He never investigated it, though. He'd had a lot of scorned women to fear, and it could have been any of them. Alice never admitted it, but I knew she did it. But Alice didn't even have a parking ticket. No one would ever think to blame sweet, innocent Alice.
"When this whole thing started, it was supposed to just something for self-satisfaction. I was still angry with Bella for cheating on me, and Leah was pissed at Sam for cheating on her. It really was supposed to be a onetime thing, something that we could remember and have the last laugh about."
"That's not your only problem." At my look of confusion she said, "You are aware who Leah is married to, right? Dad will flip when he finds out that you're sleeping with his rival's daughter-in-law!"
"I don't care what dad thinks!" I shouted, as I stood up with a rush. "I can't do anything right in his eyes anyway. Besides, he's only going to find out if you tell him." I shot her a warning look.
"I'm not going to say anything." She held her hands up in surrender. "But what if you get caught? What if it wasn't me at your door earlier? It could have been Jacob or Emmett or worse, mom and dad. Then it depends on which one of you gets caught first."
"Sam cheated first."
Alice shrugged. "It won't matter if you get caught first. You're the one sleeping with a married woman, Edward. And Leah? Forget it. She'll be seen as some slut who couldn't keep her legs closed. The whole town will be talking about it for years. Sam on the other hand will be seen as the poor guy whose heart was broken by that evil harpy, Leah Clearwater. Is that what you want?"
"Of course not!"
"Then you need to end it." Alice grabbed my arm and held my gaze. "There are plenty of great, single women in this town that would be happy to help you get over Bella's transgressions. They'll give you their love and children if you want them."
"But what about what I want. Leah makes me happy and we have fun together."
"Well, I hope you're prepared to move when this thing blows up. You're bubble is about to pop. The question is how many people are going to get covered in shit when it does."
A/N: As always, I'd love to hear your thoughts. Also, I've created a teaser thread for upcoming one shots and chapters. The link is on my profile. I thought it would be easier doing things this way instead of sending a PM to everyone, especially since I have some guest reviewers that I can't respond to.