A/N: AU/AH. For those of you who have read this before, you know the story behind this fic. For those of you who haven't read this before here's a quick summarization:

This is the writing exercise (not story) "Doing the Unthinkable". The title I started with was "Find A Way" based on the hit song by Safetysuit. At the time I started this back in May-June 2010, it provided one purpose, for me to beat the hell out of when I got frustrated on the collaboration I was currently working on with my former collab partner, Educating Bella. Whether it was due to writing block or disagreements on how we wanted EB's characters to progress and their relationship or I felt I had shortchanged a chapter, this exercise was a perfect punching bag and I hit it, quite often.

The first chapter came out when I was working on the background of Jacob and Bella for my collab partner and I to go over to start writing the story of EB. The song, "Don't Stand So Close To Me" helped to inspire it and before I knew it, the scene of Bella in the rain had been completed and I couldn't stop writing. My collab partner and I decided to go in a different direction, citing the scenes I had written as too angsty and depressing, so we wrote a different first chapter and EB went in a perpendicular direction. My muse was frustrated and wanted to continue the night that had been unfolding in the first chapter of FAW. At the time, I passed it to a friend of mine, Caos-lust, to ask her what she thought. She liked it and urged me to continue, assuring me she would like to read it. And so I continued. Before I knew it, I had three chapters done, I was forming a playlist without realizing it and I had dubbed the amount I had written so far "Mr. Black". After the fourth chapter, I took a slight break to focus on EB and my other sole writings. But I soon found myself going back to FAW (which I eventually titled it just so it actually had a better name than "Mr. Black") whenever I would feel frustrated with the collaboration piece. And soon, I had ten chapters written out and more than the one friend reading it. I had quite a few people urging me to continue and now today, there's seventeen chapters completed.

That's how FAW (now officially called "Doing the Unthinkable" based on Jacob and Bella's main theme by Alicia Keyes) got started and why it continued. It was not started to rival EB or my former collaborator in any way, shape or form.

I also wanted to mention how DtU got started because there is a gigantic amount of unrealistic events, overwhelming fluff, drama, angst, changing emotions constantly and many other things in it. So, if it doesn't feel like a real story, this is why.

Will contain graphic sexual content and vulgar language within the story. If this offends you, please do not read. I don't mean to disrespect the site or its moderators but trying to edit out all the lemony parts and revising the writing to make it fit without them was too time-consuming.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything. Everything belongs to Stephenie Meyer, the creator of Twilight.

He closed the book in front of him and leaned off the desk, standing.

"Alright, guys. Don't forget. Exam Monday." He ignored the collective groans meeting him. "So, enjoy the weekend."

He saw her lift the strap of her bag and sling it over her shoulder.

"Bella. I'd like to see you for a minute, please."

She froze, staring up at him. She then bit her lip and nodded. The few kids around her snickered, making her face flush scarlet, and he had the overwhelming desire to smack them in the back of the head. Instead, he sat back down on the desk, grabbing his other textbook behind him, flipping to a marked page. He grabbed his pen and pretended to be reading a section while scratching his nose, waiting for the rest of the kids to file out. He could see her out of the corner of his eye, making her way towards him timidly.

What was it about this girl that had him wanting to sweep her into his arms and keep her safe from the rest of the world? He had taught at another school before and he was used to having the teenage girls ogle him, bat their eyes at him, doodling his name in their notebooks, giggling about how hot he was. Some of them even flirted with him and a few times he flirted back but maintained the necessary boundaries. He could appreciate their beauty and their firm young bodies like any other man but he had never entertained the idea of going there. Ever.

Until now, that is.

This girl was dangerously pushing him close to the edge.

He did everything he could to refrain from having any type of contact with her. He never called on her, never spoke with her, and always looked away whenever her eyes settled on him. If he handed back work, he made sure to toss it on her desk and walk away quickly before letting himself inhale her sweet strawberry scent a moment longer.

And still, no matter what he did, no matter how hard he tried, he still felt like he could lose control at any second and risk everything he had ever worked for. Lose his career, his reputation and even possibly get arrested and serve time in prison. And with each step the girl took, he prayed for the strength he knew he did not have to resist her.

The room was quiet except for the sounds of the students out in the hallway, milling about. He heard her repositioning her bag on her shoulder. He stared down at the small type.

Please. Please. Please. Mmmm, strawberries. Dammit!

He heard her clear her throat softly.

"Mr. Black?"

He took a deep breath. God, how he loved hearing that off her lips. Those sweet, perfect pink lips that were probably so soft-Dammit!

He cleared his own throat and placed the book on the desk, turning to look at her. She bit her lip and looked down, holding her books tighter to her chest.

"Y-You wanted to see me?"

He smiled.

Her voice was just so tiny, so quiet, so beautiful-

He shook his head slightly.

"Bella, I've noticed a drop in your grade recently and I'm a little concerned."

He saw her head hang a little lower than before.

He had the strongest urge to reach out and pull her to him in a hug but he made sure to keep his hands clasped together in his lap.

"When we started, you had one of the top grades in the class. You always did the work and you always aced the tests. I know you know this material. So, what gives lately?"

He made sure to soften his tone so it wouldn't seem as if he was chiding her.

He saw her swallow and look up at him helplessly.


A loud burst of giggles coming from the doorway made their heads snap up.

Jake narrowed his eyes. There was that Cullen kid, flirting with that redhead and her friend, waiting for Bella.

Jake turned back to see the fleeting pain flash across Bella's face and then leave just as fast. She turned back to face him.

He inclined his head towards the door.

"Is that the cause of your distraction lately?"

Bella bit her lip and shook her head, looking back down.

Jake narrowed his eyes further, studying her, wishing he could say something to take the pain he had seen away. But, he couldn't. That would be getting personally involved. And that he couldn't have.

He sighed, rubbing his face tiredly.

He needed to get this young girl out of his mind already.

"Bella, I don't know what's going on in your personal life and I honestly don't care. But you need to start paying attention and pass this class. As of right now, you're down to a 'C'. I don't think I need to tell you that colleges are not going to look too kindly on that."

He could see her beautiful brown eyes glistening but she looked away quickly and nodded.

He went to say something, to reassure her that he wasn't trying to be harsh with her, that he was just simply looking out for her, when he heard the Cullen kid interrupt loudly from the door.

"Bella! Come on! I've got to get to my next class, too, you know? I can't wait around for you forever."

Jake turned towards the kid who had the shittiest smirk on his face, something he desperately wanted to knock off of him.

"J-Just a minute, Edward. I'll be right there."

Edward sighed exaggeratedly and rolled his eyes, turning around and throwing an arm over the redhead's shoulder and the other arm over her friend's shoulder, walking out.

"Always making me wait, that girl."

Jake saw Bella's face fall and he wanted nothing more than to grab onto her and hold her tight, kissing the pain away.

Bella bit her lip and turned back to him, looking down again, hiding her discomfort from him.

"Umm, i-is there anything else, Mr. Black?"

He stared at her and saw her shifting from foot to foot nervously.

"No. Just get your grades back up."

"I will. Thanks."

She gave him a small tight smile, her eyes still as glassy as before, and turned to walk away.

"Have a nice weekend."

"You, too, Bella."

And he watched her hurry out the door.


Jake leaned back in his chair and sighed. He threw the pen on top of his papers, rubbed his face and glanced up at the clock.


Where did the time go? He yawned and closed his grade book. This had become somewhat his usual routine. Anytime Leah got off early, he made sure to work later or go out somewhere. She just seemed to be on his case so much lately. Ever since they had moved back to La Push and she had gotten the chance to see most of her friends married and having children, she had put pressure on him to marry her. It's not that he didn't love her. After all, they had been together since high school, but he was twenty four. He wasn't ready to settle down just yet. And she couldn't understand that.

Well, might as well go home. Time to face the beast.

He laughed. He felt bad referring to his girlfriend that way but she was making his life pure hell. When Leah wanted something, she didn't stop until she got it. She even had him researching rings on the net, pricing them out, until he realized what he was doing and stopped. He just wasn't ready.

And tonight would be more of the same. She would tell him some story about someone she had seen today, married out of high school and then nag him, asking him when he was going to propose, whining about how she was the only unmarried girl her age in all of La Push. When he wouldn't answer and take a sip of his beer, she would get angry, pick a fight, resulting in a yelling match and him sleeping on the couch.


The make-up sex had always been fantastic but now, he couldn't bring himself to even kiss her, she had become so different from the way she used to be. He still loved her and he was hoping they would get through this, being that they had only been back for three months, but at times, he wasn't so sure. He had a hard time seeing the girl he had fallen in love with anywhere in this bitter, angry woman he faced every night.

He sighed again as he packed everything up and shrugged into his old beaten up leather jacket. He slung the bag over his shoulder and flicked the switch, stepping out into the hallway, closing the door. He nodded at the janitor amiably and made his way out to his car.

It was raining.

When was it not raining in Forks?

He jumped into the car and started it up, revving it as best he could, letting it warm up, blowing hot air into his hands, rubbing them. It was freezing. It may only be October but it sure as hell felt like early January.

He heard his phone beep somewhere in his bag. He fished for it and pulled it out. New voicemail. How the hell had he missed that?

He played it. It was Leah.

"Jake, I'm staying with my parents until you decide what it is you want. If I don't hear from you by the end of this weekend, then I'll be moving out Monday."

Jake groaned and rolled his eyes. Why was she making this so damn difficult? He had always been with her, never given her a reason to doubt his commitment to her. She was twenty four herself! Didn't she want some time for them to be young before they brought in marriage and then kids? Christ, that woman could be so frustrating sometimes.

Well, at least he could sleep in the bed tonight. He'd deal with everything tomorrow.

Once the car was good to go, he put the heat on and pulled out of the parking lot, headed for home.

About four minutes later, he noticed a girl walking on the side of the road, the hood of her jacket up, hiding her face. He recognized the drenched clothes immediately once his headlights washed over her back and he pulled over next to her.

He opened the window. "Bella!"

She jumped, turning to meet his horrified stare.

Her hair was all wet, covered by the sopping hood. She looked like a drowned rat, a rat that never looked more beautiful to him. He forced those thoughts away quickly.

"Get in!"

She looked at him doubtfully and he leaned over further and opened the door, motioning for her to get into the car.

She opened the door wider and climbed in hesitantly. She closed it and stared at him.

"Bella, what the hell are you doing out walking this time of night in this rain?"

He hated how old he knew he sounded to her but really, was this girl insane?

He saw her shivering and her make-up running down her face. He wished he had a blanket to give her. He reached back and fumbled around in the backseat until he found his gym bag. He pulled the clean towel out from it and handed it to her.


She accepted it, not really looking at him, her body still facing his, her back to the door.
He put the car in drive and got back onto the road.

"I'm taking you home. Where do you live?"

"Please don't."

It sounded like a strangled sob. He glanced at her quickly and could see a small tear making its way down her cheek onto the towel she had yet to use.

He softened his tone.

"Bella, what happened?"

She sniffled and another tear fell.


She still wouldn't answer him.

"Bella, are you hurt?"

If somebody had hurt her in some way...God help them.

She shook her head and looked down, sniffling again.

He slowed the car and pulled back over.

He couldn't help himself.

He pulled the hood down and swept her dripping hair back behind her shoulder.


She turned to look at him.

"Are you okay?"

She shook her head and whimpered, beginning to cry.

And then he just couldn't fight it anymore.

He pulled her to him and held her close. She sobbed into his shirt and he rubbed her back.

"Shhhh. It's all gonna be okay. Don't cry, Bella. Shhhh. Don't cry."

She buried her face into his neck, sniffling and sobbing repeatedly. She pulled at him and he knew what she needed. She wanted to be held tighter and so he did.

He rocked her gently as much as the car would allow. He closed his eyes and rested his cheek on the top of her head. This was heaven for him. Ever since he had first seen her walk into his classroom, he had wanted nothing more than to take her into his arms and shelter her, protect her, comfort her, hold her. And now he was. And that, no matter how wrong it would feel later, felt so right presently, it scared him almost.

How could he feel so complete holding one of his students in his car late on a rainy Friday night as she cried? Yes, this was definitely wrong.

Eventually, he heard her sobs die down and the sniffling pick up in succession. He felt her begin to pull away but he held her fast. He wasn't ready for reality to come crashing back yet. He was too afraid to open his eyes.

"You okay?"

He couldn't help but murmur it, afraid anything louder would shatter the bubble surrounding them. The sick, twisted, illegal bubble.

She nodded against him.


He rubbed his cheek gently against the top of her hair, knowing he would have to pull away soon. God, he loved her scent. Strawberries.

"You have nothing to be sorry for."

He felt her try to pull away again and this time he let her, eyes flipping open and sighing. She stared up at him, wide-eyed, smudged mascara all around the edges, red rims in those beautiful chocolate orbs of hers.

He cleared his throat, leaning back, ever the consummate professional once more.

"Are you sure you're alright, Bella? Did something happen at home? Did somebody hurt you?"

She shook her head, looking down.


He wanted to ask more. He really did. But, he couldn't. Asking meant caring. And caring meant trouble.

"Are you sure nothing happened?"

She lifted her eyes to his and nodded.

"I'm sure."

He stared at her for a minute, trying to gauge whether she was telling the truth or not. When he could see only sincerity and helplessness staring back at him, he gave in.

"Okay. Would you like me to take you home now?"

She shook her head again.

"Why not? What happened, Bella?"

Dammit!He swallowed hard and stared straight through the windshield.

"I just...can't go there tonight."

He turned and looked at her.


She bit her lip.

"I just can't. It's...complicated."

He looked down and nodded, bringing his head back to its original position.

"Okay. Well, what about a friend's house? A relative? Someone you can stay with?"

She looked out the passenger window.

"Um, I don't really have anywhere to stay tonight."

He turned towards the back of her head wide-eyed.

"What? How could you not have any place to stay?"

"I...I just don't."

Fuck! What was he going to do here? He couldn't just leave her out here all alone in this horrible freezing cold. She was still a kid for Christ's sake!

"There has to be someone."

She turned back towards him, looking sadly at him.

"There isn't."

Fuck! Quil and his girlfriend were out of town for the weekend, a romantic getaway or something. Embry just couldn't be trusted. He couldn't very well dump the girl on his father. Billy had enough to deal with on his own. Why the hell did Rachel have to pick this week to go visit Rebecca? Why? If he dropped Bella off at Sue's, with Leah on the rampage, forget it. Not to mention, it wouldn't look good. Dammit, he was backed into the corner. Fuck! This wasn't right, especially with the way he had been feeling about her lately. Not right at all.

"You're sure?"

She nodded.


He sighed loudly and rubbed his face tiredly for the umpteenth time that night.

"Um, maybe, if you wouldn't mind. You could...drop me off at the bus station in town."

His eyes snapped to hers.

"What for?"

She lowered her eyes and looked away.

"Um, well, to...go up to Port Angeles."

His jaw dropped.

"Bella, no. I don't know what's going on but I am not okay with that idea. You are a young girl who should not be traveling alone like that this time of night with nowhere to go. Uh uh."

She winced and he hated how condescending he sounded. But, was she kidding him? No way was he gonna let that happen.

She looked like she was about to cry again and turned to look out the window.

"Isn't your dad gonna be worried when you don't come home?"

She shook her head.

"No. He thinks I'm staying somewhere else tonight."


She didn't answer him. He closed his eyes and laid his head back on his seat.

"Are you sure you don't want to go home?"


"And you're absolutely one hundred percent sure there's nowhere else you can stay? A neighbor or a friend of your dad's or an old aunt or something? Somebody from school?"

He heard her sniffle.


He opened his eyes and leaned forward, putting the car in drive.

"Okay, then."

Everything in his brain screamed at him to stop, knowing this was definitely not a good idea. But he had no choice.

At least that's what he kept telling himself.


He unlocked the door and stepped inside, letting a shaky, hesitant Bella follow him in before closing it.

He walked into the kitchen, wishing he had a spare room he could just dump her in and not see her for the rest of the night.

But, no such luck.

Well, he'd figure out sleeping arrangements in a minute. First order of business, getting her warm and dry.

He threw his keys and bag on the counter and ran a hand through his hair.

"Okay. Let's get you situated."

He turned and walked into the living room and then made his way into the bedroom, expecting for her to follow.

She did, cautiously.

He flicked the light on in the bathroom, pulled a towel out of the closet and plopped it on the bathroom counter. He turned to face her, not really making eye contact due to the highly inappropriate image stuck in his head since the moment he entered the small room. He knew this was a bad fucking idea. Too late now.

"Ah, you can take a shower and get yourself cleaned up. Towel's right there." He slipped past her back into the room, grateful that Leah at least had straightened up before running to her mother's. "I'll get you some dry clothes and leave them on the bed. When you're done, you can get changed in here. And then we'll set you up to get some sleep, okay?"

She nodded, still holding one arm tightly around her chest.


She stared at him for a moment and he couldn't quite read her expression. Then she turned and headed for the bathroom.

He cleared his throat.

"Okay. I'll see you when you get out."

She turned back and nodded, slowly closing the door shut. He heard the click of the lock and he breathed a sigh of relief.

He opened the dresser drawers to search for clothes for her quickly. But as he scanned through them, he noticed all of Leah's clothing was gone. Everything.

Wait. She said she was going to Sue's for the weekend. Why would she need so many clothes? He shook it off and moved to the closet. He opened it up to find it half empty.
That fucking bitch.

Bullshit, she was only gone for the weekend. Or maybe she really was trying to "scare" him into marrying her. Whatever it was, it only made him angry. The water starting caught his attention. He'd deal with all of that later. Right now, he just had to find clothes quickly and get the hell out of the room.

He finally found her a pair of flannel boxers (which he knew was crossing the line but his shorts really were too big for her no matter how much she would try to keep them rolled up) and an old t-shirt of his. This only irritated him further and he cursed Leah the entire time he searched high and low for something for Bella. Then again, it wasn't Leah's fault that he had brought home an underage student, crossing every boundary known to man in the student/teacher relationship. Fuck. He was going to be in so much trouble.

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. No. I'm just helping a student who has nowhere else to go. It's just for tonight. One night. He took another deep breath and opened his eyes. One night.

He laid the clothes out on the bed and walked out, closing the door behind him. He went to the front door and changed in a dark corner quickly into the sweat pants and t-shirt he had found for himself. Once he was done, he went back into the living room and began to set up the couch.

He knew, by all rights, that she should sleep on the couch. But, he felt bad making her do that. So he would take it. He did the best he could, waiting for her to finish. He really wanted to kick back with a beer and watch Sportscenter before falling asleep but he couldn't. Not under these circumstances. Too risky.

He heard the bedroom door open quietly and she stepped out. The dark t-shirt swam on her like a dress and it covered his boxers that he hoped to hell were under there.

He stared at her. He was starting to believe that no matter what circumstance this girl found herself in, no matter what form, she would always be beautiful. She had been a beautiful mess and now she was even more beautiful cleaned up.

She cleared her throat, breaking him out of his trance.

He quickly looked away, mortified and disgusted with himself that he had been caught staring at her in a way that her teacher should not be looking at her in.

"Feel better?"

"Um, yeah. Thanks."

He nodded, still looking away.


A moment of uncomfortable silence passed between them as he tried to forget the beautiful girl dressed in his clothes only a few feet to his left. He cleared his own throat and made sure to stare down at the couch.

"Alright. Why don't you hang out here for a minute and let me in there?"

He didn't hear a response so he looked her way.

Big mistake.

She was twirling a wet strand around her finger absentmindedly, nodding, and he gulped nervously. She was just so...adorable yet sexy at the same time. Dammit!He looked away to try to clear his head once again and then he began walking towards her.

"Okay. I'll be back out in a minute."

He swept past her so fast she jumped a little to get out of his way. He willed himself to ignore her clean scent making its way up to his nostrils as he passed. He closed the door behind him and took a deep breath.

One night. It's just one night. You can do this.

He changed the sheets on the bed as fast as he could. Having her in here, safe, away from him, it was just better.

He grabbed a set of sheets for himself and opened the door to find her on the couch, facing into the back of it, fast asleep, her legs curled underneath her. He looked at the clock. He hadn't taken that long, had he?

He moved over to gently wake her when he saw her face and stopped. Calm serenity touched upon a beauty he had never seen on any other woman. Her perfection was almost ethereal.

These thoughts were not ones a teacher should have of his student. His underage student. His student who was vulnerable and exposed, trusting him to care for her and keep her safe. Even from himself.

He went back into his room, grabbed one of the blankets and went back out. He lightly covered her with it. A slight snore thanked him and he smiled. Absolute perfection.
Before he could reconsider and pull himself back, he laid a soft kiss to her temple.

"Sleep well, Bella."

His lips brushed the lobe of her ear as he whispered it and he placed another kiss to her temple once again.

He realized what he had done and he stood up and walked back to the bedroom.

He was disgusted with himself. Disgusted with himself at how right he felt in that moment he touched her.


He had watched Sportscenter, the television low so as not to wake her. After a bit, he started to fall asleep and shut it off.

Before he knew it, a loud crack of thunder boomed overhead and shook the house, startling him awake. He sat upright, alert, when he realized what had woken him. He rubbed his face tiredly. No matter how long you live in the area, you don't get used to the epic thunder.

He was about to lay back down when lightning began to flash. And in the electrified light, he saw her standing in the doorway.

His breath hitched. And then he regained his composure.

"Bella. What are you doing awake? Is something wrong?"

She trained her eyes on his and fiddled with her fingers.

"Can I stay in here with you?"

His mouth dropped. Was she insane?

He sputtered uncontrollably. "Wha-uh-n-no I-uh-no-I don't even-"

"It's just until the storm passes."

He shook his head. And then he cleared his throat.

"I don't think that's a good idea, Bella."

She frowned sadly.


He looked at her incredulously.

"You know why. I'm your teacher. You're my student. You shouldn't even-" He couldn't bring himself to do it. To tell her she didn't belong here. Here with him. "You should just go back to the couch, Bella. The storm will pass soon."

She looked at him pleadingly.


His face fell. "Bella..."

He saw her eyes begin to glisten.

"I won't bother you. And I won't do anything. I just...I'm scared. I don't want to be alone."

He softened his expression to try to make her understand. He didn't like making her upset but this was a line they couldn't cross. He couldn't cross.

"I'm not saying you would. But it's...it's not right. Bella, you know that. If you want, I'll come out and sit with you until it passes."

Before she could respond, another loud crack of thunder boomed and she jumped, letting out a loud shriek before running and jumping into bed with him. She clasped onto him tightly and forced herself into his arms, burying her face in his neck.

"Please just let me stay here with you. Please. Please."

He tried to pry her arms loose from around his neck but to no avail.


She only gripped him tighter.

"Please. Please."

Another crack of thunder sounded overhead and she shrieked again and moved closer.

He knew he shouldn't allow this. He knew he should move them out to the living room but she was practically choking him to death, begging him. He sighed and wrapped his arms around her.

"Alright. But just until the storm passes. Come on."

He sat them back against the pillows and rubbed her back soothingly.

He laid his cheek on the top of her head and shushed her whimpering, rocking her back and forth.

He wondered again how this could feel so perfect and yet so wrong at the same time.

He didn't know how long they stayed like that but eventually the storm broke and rain began to batter against the roof.

He closed his eyes and slowly began to stop rocking, exhaustion giving way. He knew he should take her back to the couch or insist she go back herself, but the thunder was still overhead and she was still gripping his neck tightly.

This was such a bad idea. Worse than he even imagined. Not to mention the warm fuzzy feeling he felt right now holding her.

His body slumped tiredly.

Fuck it.

He let her go to which she moved closer.

"Bella, relax. I just gotta lay down."

She bit her lip and pulled her arms from around him.

"Oh. Sorry."

She blushed and looked down.

He groaned internally at the beautiful color in her face. She was going to be the death of him for sure.

He repositioned himself to get under the covers and laid down, his head hitting the pillow. He rubbed his eyes tiredly and yawned.

He felt the mattress sink near him and then he heard the padding of feet on the wooden floor.

His eyes popped open and he saw her attempting to walk out of the room.

"Hey. Where are you going?"

She stopped and he saw her shakily turn around, unwilling to meet his gaze.

"I-I figured you wanted to sleep. I didn't mean to bother you. I'm sorry."

Another crack of thunder shook the house and he saw her cringe. But to her credit, she didn't jump or make any noise.

He lifted himself onto his right elbow on his side and pulled back the covers on the side of him. He then held out his left hand to her.

She looked at him doubtfully.

He gave her a warm, encouraging smile.

"Come on."

She arched her brows questioningly.

Fuck. She didn't think he meant it that way, did she?

No. She was just being reasonable, more than he was being. She was restoring the boundaries when he wasn't. He should have been. He was the adult here, wasn't he?

She just looked so scared, so shaken up and he really didn't...want to stop holding her...just yet.

"Are you sure? I mean, I don't want to bother you."

She bit her lip and fiddled with her fingers, looking away.

He chuckled and her eyes snapped to his.

"Bother me? Christ, Bella. You're in my house, in my room, in my clothes. If you were 'bothering me', do you think you would be?"

She gave him a small meek smile and it made his heart swell.


He smiled wider.

"Alright then. Now come here."

She cautiously made her way over to the side of the bed and slipped in where he had pulled the covers back before covering herself with them. He laid his head down and watched her as she moved. God, she was so fucking perfect. How could she ever think she was bothering him? Well, technically, she was. But it wasn't her fault. It was just his own twisted mind with his sick need to hold her.

She laid down and faced him on her side, staring at him intently.

He arched his brows.


She nodded and bit her lip again.

He chuckled once more.


She smiled at him and his heart stop beating altogether.

"Thank you."

He smiled warmly in return.


They stayed like that, smiling at one another, oblivious to the storm raging outside.

And then he saw her smile drop and she was studying him.

His own smile faded.

What was she doing?

And then that's when he saw it. He knew what she was about to do. But as soon as the thought hit him, she moved before he even had time to react.

She was on him, pushing her lips to his.

His breath hitched at the contact. He knew her lips would be so damn soft, so perfect, and then he remembered who and what he was to her, who and what she was to him. He broke the kiss quickly and moved back, pushing her away.

"Bella, don't."

But she surged forward, anyway, and kissed him once more. He tried to pull away but she wouldn't let him. He tried to resist moving his lips with hers but he failed. She was just so damn perfect, this girl who had been on his mind since he had first seen her, this girl who he couldn't get off of it no matter how much he loved his girlfriend, no matter how much he knew it was wrong, no matter how hard he tried.

He felt her tongue glide along his lower lip and he jerked away, breathless.

"B-Bella, this has to stop. Please. I'm your teacher. You're my student."

She pushed ahead regardless.

"I don't care."

She grabbed his face and pulled him to her but he resisted her, keeping his head back.

"I care. Bella, stop. We can't do this. You're-" He fought to free his face from her hands, gripping her wrists and forcing her hands away. "You're seventeen. You're-"

"I'm eighteen."

He stopped struggling with her for a minute.

"Wait, what?"

Her half-lidded eyes drank in his confused expression and she took full advantage. She leaned in and kissed his neck.

"I'm eighteen. My birthday was last month."

His eyes closed as he felt her kiss his skin softly.

"You could just be saying that."

"I could be."

She suckled on his neck harder before answering him.

"But you know I'm not."

And then she nibbled on his ear lobe, making his hands on her wrists tighten.

"You're still my student."

He couldn't help but whisper. She was breaking down his resolve and if she didn't know it before, she did now.

She trailed her lips to his ear. "And you're still my teacher. But tonight, we're just two people who are coming together."

His eyes flipped open in shock. Had she really just insinuated what he thought she did? Where was the shy, nervous, timid Bella he had just seen minutes ago?

He didn't know what else to do. He was losing the battle. To her.

"I...I have a girlfriend."

Bella stopped suckling on the skin underneath his ear and drew back to look at him.

She stared at him for a minute, her expression an unreadable one. And then a small smile played on her face.

"I see."

She climbed forward and sat down in his lap, bringing her knees up on either side of him.

He swallowed nervously when he felt her sitting on top of the massive bulge forming in his sweats.

She brought her lips to hover an inch above his while she gazed into his eyes.

"And does that matter right now?"

He swallowed again. Leah should matter. He did love her. He was going to marry her someday. Maybe not when she wanted, but still, she was the woman he had fallen for, the woman he knew would be the mother of his children. He loved her.

Bella's chocolate brown bore into him as he shook his head slightly. She smiled in satisfaction and then kissed him.

This time he let her.

He brought his hands to rest on her sides, grazing the tops of her hips dangerously.

She broke away to move back to his neck.

He closed his eyes.

"This is so wrong."

She exhaled a warm breath into his ear making him shiver.

"But it feels so right."

And those words were his undoing.