Last Tango in Forks by AwesomeSauce76

Official Description: Bella Swan has spent a lifetime putting everyone else’s needs before her own. Could a chance encounter with a mysterious stranger begin to change all of that? AU/AH

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I absolutely loved Awesomesauce76’s previous story, “Blood and Lust,” so I was of course ecstatic to see she’d started writing a new one. I have to admit I’m slightly biased though because Awesomesauce76 is my beta, fic-twin and generally one of the coolest people I know. However I honestly think “Last Tango in Forks” is one of the most original storylines out there.

The plotline is based on the film Last Tango in Paris, but readers don’t need to see the film in order to get into the story. One of the most interesting things about “Last Tango in Forks” is that it’s told in the third person, giving the reader the ability to get inside both Edward and Bella’s heads. Throughout the story the focus switches from one to the other in a seamless, almost movie-like fashion.

It opens by introducing a Bella who is frustrated with her boring life; a monotonous cycle of cooking fish for her father and dealing with her snarky coworkers and doctor boss. She has moved to town to nurse Charlie back to health after he was injured on the job, and is desperate for a change in her life.

Enter Edward. The two characters meet while they are both considering renting the same apartment. She finds him huddled on the apartment floor.

Piercing jade eyes stared back at her, surrounded by longer lashes than any man had the right to possess. They were swollen and red, and it was obvious that he had been crying. She had never felt like more of an intruder than she did in that moment, but she couldn’t tear her eyes away.

He looked tragic… and broken… and heartbreakingly beautiful.

Bella is instantly drawn to him; she can’t bear to see someone in so much pain and not try to help. When she asks what she can do for him, his response takes her entirely by surprise:

“You can let me fuck you,” he whispered.

If that doesn’t draw a reader in, I don’t know what will!

Edward’s situation is revealed slowly; we discover he’s recovering from a horrible trauma regarding his ex-wife, which has left him broken and numb. He begins to finally feel again once Bella enters his world.

As usual, Awesomesauce76’s lemons are delicious, and there are plenty of them. Edward decides to take the apartment, giving Bella her own key, which at first she tries to pretend doesn’t exist as it virtually burns a whole through her pocket. She attempts to return the key, but instead finds herself pressed up against his door.

After what felt like minutes but was probably only seconds, the gorgeous creature’s too-perfect lips curved up in another wicked smile, as if he were the inventor of the smirk. He reached out and grabbed her by the shoulders, dragging her into the apartment and slamming the door closed. In a move so fast that she had no idea how it happened, he had her shoved back against the door and half drunk with his kisses once again.

Each time the two come together, it leaves them desperately wanting each other more and more. This story is fantastic and needs to be read!

Let me start off by saying this: Holy. Fucking. Shit.

And now, let me say this: Why in the hell didn’t someone tell me about this sooner?

For serious. I expect to be notified when stories like this come around, damnit!

Okay, moving on now. AwesomeSauce76 has earned a new fangirl in me (and my panties) with this story. She’s got intrigue, mystery, some awesome characterizations and some really, really fuckhot smut. Case in point:

“Turn over. Get on your hands and knees.”

Oh, it doesn’t start that way. You’ve gotta work your way up to it, but the way it does start? It’s going to make you all gaspy and like, huh? Did that just happen? For real?

Bella, who we learn in the first chapter, is a nurse for an OB/GYN office and she’s less than excited with the life she’s leading having to head home every night to take care of her father. He was injured in the line of duty and she has yet to leave his house. In order to rid herself of some of the tedium in her everyday life, she spends time at the gym every evening to burn off some steam and keep herself occupied. It’s during one of those trips that she notices a sign in the window. An apartment for rent.

So what happens when she decides to go and look at it? She finds the one thing she wasn’t expecting to.

He was leaning back against the wall with his knees hugged close to his chest, wearing a white dress shirt that was unbuttoned a few times at the collar and what looked like designer jeans that had been artificially distressed; Bella knew that there was no way jeans that clean could have so many holes in them. His hair, which looked like some exotic mixture of bronze and copper, was sticking out in every direction as if he’d been shoving his hands in it repeatedly. His cheekbones and jawline were so chiseled that it almost hurt to look at them, the thick growth of stubble only serving to enhance their beauty.

Bella moved her eyes up slowly, hovering on the most luscious pair of full, pouty lips she had ever seen in her life. They looked soft and pink, and she couldn’t help but wonder how they would feel against her own or how they might taste. Continuing upward, she took in his long, straight nose before finally landing on a sight that made her breath catch in her throat.

Piercing jade eyes stared back at her, surrounded by longer lashes than any man had the right to possess. They were swollen and red, and it was obvious that he had been crying. She had never felt like more of an intruder than she did in that moment, but she couldn’t tear her eyes away.

He looked tragic… and broken… and heartbreakingly beautiful.

What happens after that is, well, umm… yeah, you’ll definitely keep reading. Trust me. One simple question from her lips results in the answer I know I didn’t expect, and I don’t think she did either.

“You can let me fuck you,” he whispered.

And that’s how it all begins.

Bella finds herself tangled up with a stranger she doesn’t know anything about. And Edward is just as captivated by her. They make an agreement of sorts after he takes the apartment she was interested in, and he tells her to come back whenever she wants. And she does. Through it all, they remain strangers, and there is an air of mystery to each of them—most notably, they don’t know each other’s names—that keeps you intrigued. Specifically when it comes to Edward. His backstory is a mystery and a half, and pieces are being revealed slowly, but you’ll find yourself wanting to know more and of course, for them to meet again and for AwesomeSauce76 to give us another taste of that glorious smut.

Until then, I’ll be sitting here waiting to read about Bella and Edward tangoing again and hopefully to learn some more of the secrets he’s hiding. If you’re not already reading this, you should go, like right now.

Last Tango in Forks was originally recommended by Aylah50 a week or so ago, and I read it all in one sitting. I won’t lie, I may have gigglesnorted when I heard the name, but if you can wipe away the mental images from the 1970′s porn flick Last Tango in Paris, you’ll find a heartbreaking story with multiple layers that leave you wanting more.

“We’re going to meet here and it’s going to be real… no bullshit pretenses. We’re going to say what we want and do as we like.” He leaned down to kiss her lips again before pulling away and smiling. “Putting a name on things only gives it limitations… expectations. I don’t want any of that. I just want your body… and your soul. Your true soul that you hide away from the rest of the world, buried behind your name.”

Awesomesauce76 does not disappoint when it comes to the lemons and the intensity right off the bat. From chapter two:

“He latched onto her mouth again, kissing her so hard that she felt lightheaded. His sweet, hot tongue swirled and twisted against hers as his body penetrated her, sliding easily into her welcoming heat. He worked her body like a man possessed: shoving, grinding, pounding, cramming. He broke their kiss with a loud groan and buried his face against her neck, sucking and biting at her there in between what sounded like breathy snarls and grunts.”

Chapter by chapter, we learn more about about Edward and Bella, that both of their current situations and histories are vague at best. Where the story has left off for now, enough has been said that you want to cry for how hurt they are, eager to see where it goes, and can only hope that everything turns out as you want it to be.

I love AwesomeSauce76 so when I saw this story, I had to check it out. I don’t really have much that I can add to the other reviewers–this story is fucking hot. It’s one of my drop everything and read right now fics, and not just because of the steamy smexin’. I cannot wait to find out what the hale is going on, and how long it will take for this to become something more.

Get a grip, Edward. It’s just a fuck. She means nothing to you and you mean nothing to her. She doesn’t have a name. This isn’t anything more than pleasure.

He watched her saunter towards him, the look in her eye just as heated as his cock. When she was standing directly in front of him she dipped her head a bit, so that she was looking up at him through her lashes. Her slick pink tongue darted out from between her lips, moistening them, before she whispered, “Miss me?” A smile tugged at the corners of her perfect mouth.

“No,” he snapped, suddenly angry that she was right. He couldn’t stop staring at her glistening lips, nearly growling when he remembered his fantasy of having them wrapped around his dick.

“Not even a little bit?” she pouted playfully, reaching out with her fingertips and dragging them up and down his abdomen, feeling along the ridges of his muscles. She circled his navel and made her way back up, until she was scratching through the light dusting of his chest hair. The sensation of her hot fingers on his skin was making him lightheaded.

“No.” His tone was lighter now; the swirling patterns she was making on his pecs were rather distracting. He could feel the familiar itch in his own fingers telling him to reach out and grab what was his.

“Well I missed you,” she practically hummed, leaning forward and kissing each of his nipples slowly, gently. The innocence of the kiss somehow made the action even more erotic, causing Edward to grit his teeth against the moan that wanted to escape. “In fact, let me show you how much.”

Last Tango in Forks is a do-not miss fic. Read it, right now.