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Black Cherry
By : SarahIsSober
Category: Twilight Series > Het
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- 1-Black Cherry
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*I’m not sure during which point in the Twilight Saga this takes place, but definitely after New Moon. I just wanted a not-so-vulgar, realistic love scene. It is named Black Cherry because it was written with inspiration from the song Black Cherry by Goldfrapp. Listen to it; it’s beautiful.

In life, unreasonable, unfathomable, unrealistic, unfair life, there are many fish in the sea. Even though the fish you picked seemed to be the right one at the time, you can’t group guppy in with a shark and expect things to go smoothly. Some people just aren’t made to be with each other, no matter how much love is there. Opposites do attract, but no more than birds of a feather do.

Could you choose between a man who could kill you and a man you could kill? Death used to never cross my mind much until I met Edward, and I never thought I could hurt someone so badly until I met Jacob. I was a clumsy, selfless, average teenager on both occasions. Do take into consideration though that I have regained a bit of balance and a feeling of independence since then. I know I can’t survive on my own, but I also know I can’t survive without one or the other, even if I don’t want to.

So, when it came time to make a choice, I cleared my mind and said the first name that popped into my mind. I supposed letting my subconscious make the choice was the better idea. I was even surprised when his name left my lips and opened my eyes to see the other’s expression crumple in pain. I wanted to console him, but with a barely visible nod, he disappeared.

My heart sunk into my stomach, even though I knew I made the right choice. I couldn’t stand to the silence so I trudged through the mud and into my house. I could freely cry on the way to my room; Charlie was having dinner with Sue.

I kicked off my boots at the bottom of the stairs and switched to autopilot. I went to the joint bathroom and avoided looking at myself in the mirror. I turned the shower on, neglecting the cold water knob, hoping I could burn the look he gave me out of my mind. I gave complete focus to washing up, considering washing every strand of hair separately, but deciding against it; I didn’t trust the water heater that much.

Eventually, the water started to cool, and I stepped out of the shower. I put on a loose white tank top and my favorite pair of sweat pants. I concentrated on drying my hair with my towel until my scalp was sore from the abuse. I faced the closed door, wiped the tears from my eyes, and exited the bathroom.

My bedroom door was cracked open and the light of the sunset shone through it. I cocked my head to the side, wondering if someone had gone in there. Any visitor’s I received other than Charlie came through my bedroom window. I bit my lip and pushed the door open.

He was sitting on my bed, staring at his upturned hands in his lap.

“Hi,” I whispered.

His eyes met mine and he smiled my favorite smile. “Hello,” He whispered back.

Tears were gushing again. I felt the beginning of a fit of sobs in my chest and bit my lip to hold them back. I chose. No more tears. I didn’t deserve them.

I winced as my heart began to throb and felt hands on my shoulders. “I’m…” He was at a loss for words.

“Don’t apologize. Please.” I didn’t deserve it.

He wrapped his arms around me and I pressed my face into his chest. “What do you want me to do?” He whispered, nuzzling his nose into my hair.

I thought of all the possible things we could do now that I chose him. There were a million possibilities. There was an eternity to be spent, if not on earth, then in heaven. Anything was possible. But not one thing crossed my mind that felt appropriate. I decided to go with the subconscious choice again and realized after I said it that it was exactly what I wanted.

“I want you to kiss me.”

It was a few moments before either of us moved. He kept nuzzling my hair and I kept snuggling his chest. Before I knew it, he was sitting on the bed and I was cradled in his lap.

“Promise me you’ll stop crying and I will,” he whispered.

I gulped and goose pimples covered my body. “I promise.” I decided not to break it.

In milliseconds his lips were on mine. Our tongues were dancing and our fingers were roaming; mine through his hair and his up and down my back. I moved myself to straddle his lap and he let me, graciously. I pushed him down against the bed and his hands fell limp, sprawled, as I hovered over him, supporting myself with my hands. I pressed myself hard against him, all of him, every ounce that I could soak up. We were each others’ now, and no one would stop us.

Eventually his shirt disappeared and my sweat pants were around my knees, exposing my white cotton panties. I hesitated, not sure if I was letting this go too far, or if he was. I subconsciously chose to see where it would go.

My hands shot to unbutton his pants as I spotted my pants flying across the room. He kicked off his jeans and his hands slipped under my shirt, removing the tank top in one swift movement, exposing my bare breasts. The only thing between total intimacies was our underwear. What a useless clothing item.

He flipped us over and he was hovering above me. I felt a hand on my thigh, and was unsure which one of us was on fire. His hand slowly moved towards the soft cotton crotch of my panties and I gasped. I tipped my head and my eyes rolled back in my head.

“Are you sure?” He whispered.

I gulped and nodded vehemently. He chuckled, moved his hand to cup me, and I burst into flames, gasping for air. I felt his lips on mine and I tried, unsuccessfully, to fixate myself on our lips. He began applying pressure with his fingertips and I melted. I inhaled sharply and bucked my hips to meet his touch, wanting him to touch me harder.

He broke our kiss and removed his hand. I closed my eyes to try and control my breathing. I felt the bed slightly quiver around me and then he was hovering over me again, his hands on either side of my head.

“Are you ready?” He positioned himself between my spread legs and he pushed my panties down to my ankles.

I nodded again, he kissed me deeply, and I kicked my underwear across the room. He entered me slowly and I winced at the sharp pain. Pain was nothing. I could handle physical pain, especially pain this pleasurable.

I opened my eyes to assure him that I was fine. He kissed me once again before slowly starting to pump inside of me. His lips were attached to my neck as I writhed under him.

Of all the unreal things in my life, this ranked the highest. This feeling just didn’t exist in my world. Every ounce of my body was overtaken by this new ecstasy, by his gentle and rough touches, by this connection between us, by the love that filled every fiber of my being and by the sadness, the hurt, the pain, the death, the end, everything that didn’t allow this feeling to exist before. That didn’t allow our complete seam in the stray threads of existence. Everything was in place. Everything was as it should have been all along.

He gasped my named and I climaxed, setting my whole body on fire. I cursed as his pace increased and I thought I would surely die of this pleasure. He came soon afterwards and collapsed next to me.

I turned to my side and our limbs became entangled. We stayed there for a while, just basking in the innumerable feelings.

I suppose I dozed off to sleep after a while, because when I opened my eyes the sky wasn‘t illuminating my room anymore, it was black. I heard the front door slam shut. I jumped out of my bed and ran nude to my closet. I wrenched open the doors and grabbed a t-shirt and a pair of jeans.

“Psst.” I turned around, wide-eyed. He was perched on my windowsill, grinning at me. My heart fluttered. I practically sprinted over to him and our crashed together. He pulled away, looked me straight in the eye with a completely unguarded look, letting his barriers down, and whispered, “I love you, Bella Swan.”

“I love you, too.” My voice sounded different, somehow wiser, yet completely younger. I felt like a kid watching The Little Mermaid, wishing I could have two steady feet instead of a floppy fishtail, to hold myself up long enough to kiss the prince, my prince.

And in the blink of an eye he was gone.
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Black Cherry	By : SarahIsSober Category: Twilight Series > Het Views: 4055 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight or make any money from this story.

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