Just a one shot I thought up of yesterday. Enjoy :)

Embry.

I woke up with Leah curled to my chest. My hangover throbbed a little, but not enough to distract me from how good she felt on top of me. I took a deep breath, careful to stay completely still. I didn't want to wake her. Her makeup had been all but cried off in the night, but the faint red of her lipstick still clung to her lips, barely parted as she slept.

It was so comfortable, her being there. Her cheek rested against my chest, her hands gently on my shoulders as she clung to me. The air brushing out of her nose tickled my side deliciously. Her soft inky hair, the round feeling of her breasts pressing against my stomach through the thin fabric of her bra, the gentle brush of her eyelashes on my skin as she moved.

Alcohol blurred memories came back to me from last night:

Emily's wedding had been beautiful, but the beauty and perfection of it only increased Leah's torture. Jacob's pack had formed a sort of empathy party for her instead of going to the reception. She'd have jumped off of a cliff if we weren't there with four bottles of assorted booze and kung fu movies. Billy was sleeping at her house, so we were un-chaperoned and ready to get drunk. Jake had offered her his room, but she wanted to pass out on the couch. I was the last one up with her. She'd forced Seth to go to sleep after his second shot. He was only too happy to oblige, leaning heavily on a very smashed Quil as they staggered to the twins' old room that they were sharing for the night. I offered her Billy's room. She declined mulishly after half a bottle of vodka and another three shots of whiskey with pineapple juice (an inexplicable combination, but one she seemed to enjoy). I began matching her shot for shot. We got another three in before we started giggling uncontrollably. She was about five hundred times more drunk than I was, so I picked her up, one hand on her waist, her arms thrown around my shoulders as she squeezed me.

"I don't want the bed," she kept saying to me.

"Alright, but I'm not going to let you drink yourself to death out here. You can sleep on the floor." She slumped in my arms. I rolled my eyes and laid her on the bed.

"No, Embry!" she groaned quietly, "No bed." She pulled me onto the bed with her and tried to roll off onto the floor. I took her shoulders, rolling her back towards the center of the bed. She rolled my way, but kept rolling. Before I knew it, she was tucked in to my grasp, one hip on top of mine. I looked up into her sleepy, pained, drunk eyes. Her heart pounded just slightly out of synch with mine.

I kissed her, more scared than I'd ever been in my life.

Her tongue darted swiftly, coating mine with pineapple whiskey. My hands went to her face, her neck, her collarbone, her breasts, her thighs as she splayed over me, her butt through the thin cotton of her shorts. Her teeth as they yanked my boxers off.

My breath hissed out gently as my hands tangled in her hair.

I guess I fell asleep again, despite my best intentions, but I slept happily with her in my arms, pressed to me.

Leah.

I stretched and rubbed my face against his warm, soft skin---

Skin?

Warm?

Oh.

Embry.

My eyes shot open and I gently lifted myself off of him.

His chest, his face, the edge of his boxers...covered in insistent red smears of the lipstick I'd worn to the wedding.

I carefully untangled his arm from around me. I felt unnecessarily cold when I left his grasp.

I left a note, slipped between his two fingers.

Hey.
I need you in my life. But I'm not ready for what just happened.
Try to keep it quiet, I guess?
I'm sorry.
Love you.

Better than nothing.

I smiled.

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