Twilight One-Shots

Breaking Through

A/N

While most of the one-shots in here are PG-13 or lower, this one is R-rated. Ok? Got that? Restricted. If you don't want to read this, just don't. Right? I'm not going to rate the whole book R, as that's pointless, but this one-shot is R.

Onwards and upwards! Or downwards... Anyway, this is my first attempt at writing a full lemon. Usually I just write half a lemon or three-quarters of a lemon or an orange or a slice of lime. I hope this is ok, though. I've drawn on things I've read, not things I've experienced, if I'm perfectly honest.

This is set post New Moon and pre Eclipse in the Twilight Saga. If you tell me Edward and Bella are out of character, or that it would never happen, then screw you. Pun not intended. I'm sorry, but the whole point of fanfiction is that you have room to explore. And besides, Edward and Bella in the original saga are way too safe and way too boring for my tastes! :D

So, enjoy this smutty piece, and I'd really appreciate feedback and criticism.

Lucy xX

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Time: Post New Moon, pre Eclipse.

Type: Smut.

Consider yourself: Warned.

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Bella's POV

The two conflicting emotions running through me were annoying the hell out of me. On the one hand, I was relieved. Relieved because Charlie was at work until late that night and I had to house to myself all Saturday, despite still being grounded for running off to save Edward in Volterra.

On the other hand, I was frustrated. Immeasurably frustrated. Frustrated with myself for being unable to stop thinking about Edward and his kisses, despite the boundaries he had set; frustrated with Charlie for grounding me in the first place; frustrated with Jacob for making my life even more difficult. And most of all, I was frustrated with Edward.

I groaned and flopped back on my bed, tossing my book to the side. Edward had gone hunting with Jasper and Emmett the previous night, and he hadn't yet returned. While I was grateful that he wasn't starving himself, I missed him so much it hurt.

I thought back to the conversation I'd overheard two nights before, when I'd pretended to be asleep and Emmett had paid Edward a visit, talking to my boyfriend whilst hanging from my bedroom window...

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Edward," Emmett hissed, drawing Edward's attention to him. I felt him move, the bed dipping and then expanding as he presumably stood up.

"Emmett! When I said I wished to talk, I didn't exactly have this in mind. In Bella's bedroom."

I listened carefully.

"You wanted to talk to me, so talk. She's asleep, right?"

"Yes."

I could imagine Edward glancing back at me, so I kept still, breathing deeply and regularly.

"So talk," came Emmett's voice. Did they usually talk this loudly? Didn't they usually talk so quietly humans couldn't hear? Or was that just to hide things from me?

Edward sighed. "I'm worried, Em."

"About Bella?"

I tried not to stiffen.

"Yes, but... Not exactly." Edward let out a pained sound. "I'm worried that I'm not enough."

"Dude, how any times have we been through this? She is fucking smitten with you."