The Consequences of Spilling Coffee

Disclaimer: I still don't own it.

There are several POV shifts between Edward and Bella in this outtake, and I have separated them by a line break.

They both wouldn't shut up, so I couldn't just choose one POV to write in. Sorry.


The coffee was perfect.

I closed my eyes and enjoyed the warmth and sweetness for moment, trying to forget the stress of work and the emptiness at home. When I opened my eyes, I spotted her stumbling into the café. Her hair was down and a mess of waves, just like always, and her cheeks were pink from the wind outside.

With a sigh, I turned back to my book.

I had been working in Forks at the police department for a little over a year, and I could safely say I'd been drawn to Bella Swan since the first time I met her.

We'd spoken on occasion, of course. Though always polite, as she was at the station to visit Charlie, our conversations were never very long. From what I'd learned about her, though, she was smart and funny, and quite obviously, beautiful.

I'd often wondered what it would take to get her to say more than, 'Hi, Edward."

I pushed that thought away and focused on the book in my hands. After reading the same sentence about ten times, something hit the edge of table, causing my coffee to slosh out of the cup and onto my lap.

I jumped up, knocking over my chair in the process.

a"I am so sorry! My shoelaces were untied. I knew I should have tied them earlier, but I was too lazy to bend down and do it . . . "

I met Bella's eyes as she continued to ramble.

"Your jeans," she groaned. "Did I burn your peen?" Her face turned a bright shade of red, and I choked out a laugh. "I didn't mean that. You don't have to tell me about that. Oh my God, Edward. I am so sorry."

I shook my head. "It's fine. I'm fine." I actually nodded down at my crotch as I said it.

She handed me some napkins to clean up my pants, and for a moment, I was surprised she didn't try and reach over to do it herself.

Bella just continued to stand there with glazed-over eyes and her head tipped slightly to the side. After several seconds, she blinked out of her daze and asked, "Do you mind if I sit with you?"

I looked around the café. It was nearly empty, so she could have chosen another seat. I smiled to myself as I thought she might just want to talk to me. That thought was kicked to the curb as I moved to sit down and felt the dampness of my jeans.

She feels guilty.

Oh well. I'd take what I could get, and if this was my opportunity to show her what I had to offer, then I'd take it.

"Sure. That would be great."

There was an awkward pause before Bella said, "So this is what a crime fighter does in his down time?" I caught her smirk as I took a sip of my drink. "I mean, does my dad hang out here, too?"

I wasn't sure how to take that. Her tone was playful, but her words bordered on rude, so I fidgeted and fumbled through a response.

"Well, I'm not too sure what Charlie is doing right now, or really ever when he gets off work. This is a nice place. He could come here." I shrugged and looked away.

When I looked back, Bella was biting her bottom lip and forehead wrinkled. Before I could ask her what was wrong, she spoke again, "I'm sorry, Edward. I know that didn't come across really well. I can't make conversation like a normal person and just ask what you're doing hanging out in Port Angeles. I didn't mean to sound so snotty. I'm not like that. I just don't know how to be normal."

I gave her a small smile. "Being normal is overrated."

She snorted. "I wish. I think my dad would love for me to be normal."

"I'm pretty sure your dad thinks you're the best thing in the world."

"I'm too much like my mom."

I let that lay there, not sure how to approach it. I wasn't even sure what happened to Bella's mom. No one had mentioned her, so I wasn't sure if they had divorced or if she had passed away.

"That's definitely not a topic we need to discuss." Bella laughed. "My mom was crazy. Beautiful, sweet, funny, but most definitely crazy."

"Ummm . . . " I picked at my coffee cup.

"She made my dad so happy. It completely devastated him when she left. I mean, it was so random—she just left one day, and then she'd call once a week to let us know where she was and what she was doing. There wasn't anyone else, though. She was head over heels for my dad. She just went on her own, she needed time, she said. Then she showed up on our doorstep with her suitcase and said, 'Can I come home?'

"You would have thought that would have been it, you know? That everything would have gone back to normal, but it never did."

I just stared. I didn't want to speak because I was afraid if I did, she'd clam up. This bit of insight into her mind was amazing. I had a feeling that this was something Bella didn't share with anyone. Especially since she was looking out the window, trying to hide the tears in her eyes.

"It wasn't five months later that we found out she was dying." Her voice was barely a whisper, and I had to lean closer to hear her. "She was so at peace with it all. My dad spent hours crying in their room when he thought no one could hear."

Bella wiped her tears and shimmied her shoulders, blowing out a heavy breath. "I'm so sorry, Edward. I'm not always like this."

"What made you think of it?" I asked softly.

She looked back out the window. "Nothing in particular. I ramble sometimes. You said 'normal,' and my mind went to the complete opposite of that."

"Well, she sounds like a very special woman." I cleared my throat and tried to keep my emotions in check.

Bella's answering smile was blinding. "She really was. I'm very lucky to have her as my mom."

After taking another sip of her coffee, she closed her eyes briefly before opening them again, the creases around her eyes were gone along with the sad glow they had held moments before.

"What's your mom like?"

I chuckled. "She's the stereotypical helicopter mom."

Bella wrinkled her nose.

"I didn't do anything in high school without her right there peeking over my shoulder. She meant well, but she was just too attached. I am, and always will be, her little baby."

"That's not so terrible," Bella hedged, giving a reassuring smile.

"When she had me, she almost died. From what they told me, she bled out, and in order to stop it, they had to remove everything."

"Oh, wow." Her eyes were wide as understanding set in.

"Yeah, so I think it was pretty traumatizing for her; to have that ability, then unexpectedly have it taken away. I think my dad tries to balance her out, so he's a lot more mellow."

"What's he like?" Bella leaned forward, her chin on her hand.

"He's funny. My mom's a little neurotic, and he's this calming force."

"My dad thinks that you're a super cop." She blurted out of nowhere. "I just couldn't help but think of that when you said your dad is calm. Charlie thinks that you've got this really rare quality of being heard, but not being loud, you know?"

I shook my head, confused.

"Like, when there's something happening, you wait until you know all the facts before you offer anything. You don't just like to hear yourself talk. Does that make any sense?"

I took a second, thinking over what she was saying. I did tend to wait to offer my opinion. I didn't just talk to talk. "I think I understand what you're saying. And you're right. My dad is like that, too. I guess I take after him more than I do my mom."

She laughed. "I think Dad would have a fit if you were constantly trying to look over his shoulder!" She snorted. "Poor teenage, Edward. I bet you never got any boob action."

I choked on the coffee I'd been drinking, and she just laughed harder.

"I'm right! Oh, that's terrible! Did she peek around corners?"

It was my turn to laugh loudly. "She did actually. It was embarrassing and so scarring to a sixteen-year-old boy. She would always tell me that she knew what teenagers acted like and that wasn't going to happen with me."

"All those teenage experiences you missed! Want to make out?" She leaned across the table.

I sobered immediately. With a doubt, I wanted to make out. I wanted boob action, too.

Bella fell back into her chair, giggling. "Your face! I can see the wheels turning in your brain. You want this!" She stood and twirled around.

"I do," I said before I could stop myself.

Bella stood still, her cheeks flushed. "You're pretty smooth, Deputy Masen."

"I don't know about that." I shook my head.

"We're closing up in five minutes." The barista's voice was an unwelcome interruption that caused up both to look away.

I stood up, unsure how to proceed with Bella. I didn't want our night to end yet.

Bella walked to my side of the table and took my hand. "Want to get a drink?"

"Yeah." My gaze flicked down to her lips and then back up to her eyes. "I think that would be great."

"C'mon. I know a place. You can follow me."

Once in the parking lot, I got into my truck and tried to calm my nerves. I was going to have a drink with Bella. It seemed like maybe there could be more, too. My heart started racing.

This was everything I'd ever wanted come to life.


After a bit of a breakdown, I'd managed to pull it all back together.

Quite a feat for me.

I'd never really paid much attention to Edward. He was always polite. Very cute, but I'd just never thought of him in a 'want to jump him' way. At least not until I bumped into his table and he jumped up. He was tall and lean, with a scandalous little happy trail peeking out from under his shirt when his arms went in the air.

I sighed audibly.

Luckily, he'd been too busy worrying about his jeans.

I was very worried about what was in them.

As I hopped into my truck, I couldn't help but wish that I would see what was in them one day.

I turned the keys in the ignition, and the engine clicked. I tried again and was met with the same result.

"Piece-of-shit truck. Just freaking turn over!" I slammed my palm against the steering wheel twice before reaching down and trying to start it again. The familiar clicking sound made me close my eyes in frustration.

The tapping on the window startled me, and I looked over to meet Edward's eyes.

"Wanna ride with me?" He smirked and pointed to his truck.

I nodded my head because that smirk had caused my brain to drop the 'with' in his sentence altogether.

Once in his truck, I scooted all the way over, nestled into his side, and wondered, How have I not noticed this man before?


She had two margaritas. I had one beer.

As the night progressed, she scooted closer to me in the booth. Our heads inclined towards each other, and I could feel her breath tickling my jaw.

It was hard to concentrate.

"Are you working tomorrow?"

"Yeah. I go in at nine."

"I have tomorrow off." She sighed, leaning her body against my arm. Her breasts pressed tight against me.

I shivered.

"You work at the coffee shop, right?" I cleared my throat as she turned slightly, rubbing against me with her chest. I sucked in a quick breath as her hand moved to my thigh.

"Yeah," she said softly. "I've got a project due next week I need to work on, too."

"You're a busy woman." My voice turned rough as she drew circles on my inner thigh.

I looked down just as she raised her eyes to meet mine. They were dark and hooded, and my throat closed up at the sight.

She wanted me.

"Come home with me?"

"Absolutely." My answer was immediate.


What had I just done?

As I took his hand and led him out of the bar, I was flipping out in my mind. I had just asked him to go to my place for sex.

Not in those exact terms, but it was implied. My God. What was happening to me?

Edward seemed nervous as he slid into the driver's seat and cranked the truck up. I stayed as close to him as possible, thinking that if I stopped touching him, I'd lose my nerve.

I felt the overwhelming urge to preface entering my apartment with, 'I don't ever do this,' but figured it would just come off as fake. The absolute truth was I didn't do things like this. I wasn't skanky.

Of course, telling myself I wasn't skanky made me think of the girl I was in college with who would constantly preach how woman shouldn't degrade each other with terms like skank and slut because men could act just as slutty and never had that stigma attached to them.

Bullshit. I was an equal opportunity name-caller.

And right then, I was calling myself skanky.

What if Edward is a man-skank?

His hand drifted over my shoulder lightly, causing me to press even closer. Regardless of what he was or what I was, tonight was going to happen.

It was inevitable, and I wasn't going to feel bad about it.


I was nervous.

We made it up to her door, and I dropped her hand that I'd been holding, placing it on her hip as I moved up close behind her. She fumbled with her key a little and snorted.

I swept the hair off her shoulder and leaned down, leaving a light kiss below her ear. Bella gasped against me as I drew my cold nose along her warm neck, lifting her hand to my hair, holding me in place. The keys she had finally managed to get in the lock were forgotten.

Bella turned her head to the side, opening herself up a little more. I started to pull away so she could open the door, but she yanked me back, causing us both to stumble into the door. My hardened cock pressed right against her ass. I groaned and pressed a little harder before biting down softly on her neck.

"Oh dear Jesus." Her voice was rough and her fingers dug into the skin of my neck.

Reluctantly, I pulled away, but only enough to speak. "Open the door."

Her hand left my its place near my hair, and in seconds the door swung open and we tumbled through the empty the space, stopping abruptly when Bella spun on her heel and slammed the door shut.

Bella's arms went back around my neck, and she brought her lips to mine in a fierce kiss, walking me back into the door.

My mind wasn't even processing how quickly everything was moving or what all this might mean in a few hours. I just let myself feel.

"You taste so good," Bella whispered. "How is that possible? You drank that shitty beer earlier."

Her lips moved to my neck and her hands skimmed my chest and stomach, stopping at my belt. As she started to tug it open, I gasped, "Gum."

She stopped moving. "What?"

"I've been chewing gum."

I saw it finally click that I was answering her question. She smirked.

"You're so thoughtful. You should get a reward."

Then she dropped down to her knees, and I almost choked on my gum.


He trembled as I pulled his jeans and boxers down his thighs, and I couldn't help but smirk.

I'm better at this than I thought.

I took him in my hand and stroked him once before sucking him into my mouth. Edward's hands were in my hair immediately, and I could tell he was trying not to pull or push; in fact, he was mumbling something along those lines as I swirled my tongue around the head of his cock.

After a several seconds, I peeked up at him and ours eyes locked.

His mouth was parted, and I could hear his short, choppy breaths as he watched me. The eye contact was pretty brief, though, because it hurt my eyes to look up like that while giving head.

I know in books women make all this eye contact while sucking dick, but I just can't.

Soon, he did start to tug my hair, and I moaned around him, letting him know it was okay. If there was one thing I wanted, it was that Edward enjoyed this. He was sweet and funny. His cock was very pretty, as far as cocks go, and I wanted him to know that I liked doing this for him, even if I didn't consider myself talented at it.

"I'm gonna come," he murmured. "You can move. You don't have to…"

I looked up again, surprised at how quiet he'd become. Shouldn't he be shouting? Screaming my name or something?

I didn't move away, though.

I hollowed my cheeks and moved faster. His hands didn't move, but his fingers twined into my hair.

The whole scene started to feel much more intimate than it had minutes early.

Edward gasped and bucked his hips up to meet my mouth, groaning loudly as he came.

"Oh my God. I never…" His eyes were clenched shut, and I could see his jaw ticking.

I brushed off my bottom lip with my forefinger just as he looked down at me.

His hands were under my arms, lifting me up before I realized what he was doing, and then his mouth slanted over mine.

Edward laid me on the couch before sitting up and tugging his shirt over his head. Feeling a little overdressed, I did the same as he worked on getting my jeans off my legs. I watched, entranced, as his fingers skimmed the edge of my panties. Slowly, he hooked his fingers on the edges, slid them down, and then tossed them to the side.

For a brief moment, I wondered where they landed, then Edward's voice cut through all the nonsense that floated through my head.

"I think you deserve a reward now."



Laid out across her couch, bare and wet as my hands traced up her thighs.

I leaned down, kissing up the same path my hands had just taken, all the while thinking how ridiculous this all was, how unreal that she was right under me.

Her groans were almost whispers, high pitched and breathy.

For some reason, this felt like so much more than a typical one-night stand. Not in the 'I'll never see her again' way because, obviously, I knew I would, but it felt like there was something deeper, a connection that went beyond meaningless sex.

As her hands tangled in my hair and my tongue circled her clit, I let that feeling take over completely.

I wanted her at that moment and for all the other moments after.


Everything was just too intense.

It started off so easy by the door, but as our voices got lower instead of louder and movements became more purposeful, my mind started to panic.

He kissed my stomach up to my breasts, licking along the edge of my bra before sitting up and dragging me with him. In an easy movement, he stood and because I couldn't stop myself, I wrapped my legs around his waist.

"Bedroom?" Edward asked, lips brushing my jaw.

"Down the hall on the right."

He continued to kiss me, and I let myself fall a little deeper.


The nervousness was gone.

I dropped her to the edge of the bed, and she bounced a little.

Laughing, she reached behind her and unclasped her bra, tossing it behind me when it was off her arms.

"You're so beautiful."

She was blushing.

I couldn't tell if some of it had been leftover from the orgasm I gave her or if it was all from my comment, but the soft pink that colored her cheeks made me grin.

"I've wanted you for so long. You need to know that this means something to me, Bella." I could hear the tension in my voice as I met her eyes.

She traced my hand with her fingers then pulled me toward her, lying back against the pillows. She didn't acknowledge what I'd said at all.

Soon, I didn't care because she wrapped her legs around my waist. The slight change in position had lined me right up with where I wanted to be.

Then in the next moment, I was sliding into her.

I felt like the air had been knocked out of me as I started to draw back. I sucked in a short breath, but as I pushed back against her, her answering moan took what little breath I had managed to catch.

Soon, I found myself leaning down, resting my forehead against hers. Her lovely brown eyes that had been so many things tonight—shocked, sad, playful, lustful—were now half closed in pleasure.

I would do anything to keep her. Just like this. Forever.


He fell asleep with his arm draped over my stomach. I really hadn't given much thought to whether I was a cuddler or not, but I found myself enjoying the feeling of him beside me.

That thought freaked me out a little.

I turned my head and stared for a minute, letting the panic slip in, and listened as my mind screamed, I just had sex with Edward Masen.

Author Note:

Thank you to the lovely Jen328 for beta'ing and ladysharkey1 and jadsmama for pre-reading.

I love them so very much, and as the Twilight Saga is coming to an end on the big screen, I feel the need to tell them and all you who have read any of my fics, thank you. I will never regret clicking on that link to Wide Awake and getting drawn into the fandom. I've made friends that will last long after the Saga comes to a close.

Thank you.