Never Think by ilsuocantante

Official Description:

Winner of Love Through Lemons contest. When Bella thinks Edward is attracted to another woman, how can he show her she is all he wants? AH/OOC. Lemony goodness.

Word Count: 4,013

First of all, I’d like the record to show that I had no idea that we didn’t already rec this amazing one-shot. I feel…kindof guilty that I haven’t told all of our readers about this, since it is one of my absolute favorite stories ever, and I hope that the hotness of this fic will make up for you holding it against me *bats lashes*

I came across this gem when I was lucky enough to be a judge for the Love Through the Lemons Contest. In case you weren’t around then, the premise of the contest was to show love without using the words. This story begins with Bella upset with Edward because she thinks he likes some other chick.

“Bella,” I sighed. “You’re being ridiculous.”

The look she shot me bordered on feral. “Don’t you fucking tell me I’m being ridiculous,” she seethed. “How would you like it if I flirted with another man right in front of you?”

“I was not flirting,” I grit out between clenched teeth. “She was my client’s wife, what was I suppose to do? Ignore her?”

“She practically crawled into your lap, Edward,” she hissed as she turned toward me in her seat. “I wouldn’t be surprised if she copped a feel under the table either.”

He can’t believe that she would think that about him and asks her to explain.

“Do you honestly, for one second, think I enjoyed that woman’s attentions?” I asked incredulously as I pulled into the garage. She was silent as we walked into the house, her eyes downcast.

“Bella?” I asked. “Please don’t tell me you believe that.”

She stopped at the foot of the stairs, her shoulders relaxing in what looked like defeat as she sighed. “Edward, I can’t blame you for being attracted to her, you’re only human after all. I know I have no claim over you in that respect,” she began, her back to me. I wanted to rush to her, reassure her, but the overwhelming falsity of her words had me rooted to the spot behind her.

No claim on me?

Bullshit.

He brings her upstairs to their room, to stand in front of a full-length mirror. He doesn’t want her to ever forget that that no other woman can compare to her.

After all, she had all the power here.

Her power over me was absolute. I wanted her to know it.

To own it, as she did me.

But first… I needed to show her.

Show her he does.

*swoonysigh*

He then sets off an exploration of her body, how every part of her was made for him, how much they want each other. I’m telling you right now, Fictionees, you are seriously missing out on some epic hotness if you don’t read this, right now. Even if you’ve already read it, check it out again. You won’t be sorry.

[dcs_p][/dcs_p]