Forever
Story Summary:~ One-shots based around the wolf pack and their imprintees~ it takes just a look and their lives are changed and they want to be better people. It takes just a look and they suddenly believe in forever.
Author: bring me the sun
Author's note: I used to read/write Twilight fanfiction EVERYDAY, it was like an obsession. I fell out of it after just nine-months, but the other day I watched Breaking Dawn for the first time (I didn't go see it at the cinema because I felt like I'd be betraying the girl I went to see the first three movies with, as we are not friends anymore) and I had an urge to read some wolf fanfiction. OMFG I've missed this so badly!
Please review, it would help me improve on what I like to do best :)
Disclaimer: I do not own The Twilight Saga. (insert sad face here; I could use the money)
Pairing for this one-shot: Embry/OC (Nellie)
One shot title: Picture
If there was anything Nellie could do, it was look beautiful. She stared at me, head leaning on the door frame, clutching the door knob behind her, one leg propped up and resting on the door. I felt fifteen and terrified; not twenty-one and talking to my eighteen-year-old girlfriend/imprint.
She laughed: a noise so deliciously melodic I caught myself smiling along with her. She reached and pushed some of her dark unruly hair away from her face. Her eyes glittered secrets and trust between us. I leant forward and brushed my lips against her impeccably high cheekbone.
"Hi," she said, "Em."
I could feel her breath against my cheek, hot against my already warm skin. I could hear her heart, beating as fast as mine, and I loved it. I loved the reaction I got from her. It made me feel like we both felt this pull, this feeling in our chest, pulling us together, never letting us go.
From where I was so close to her, I could see nothing but dark flesh when I looked down. I smiled even wider. "Hello, sleepy-head." I always used that nickname. I had given it to her when I had just met her, because she had fallen asleep in her lesson, meaning she had an after-school detention. If she hadn't have fell asleep, I wouldn't have met her because it was when she walking home, a stupid smile of defiance on her lips, I saw her.
I was in the tree line, watching her. Her eyes met mine and I was gone.
"Erugh, stop calling me that; I feel fifteen," she complained, putting her head in my shirt for a second before removing it, eyes looking at me properly.
I laughed, "Funny that, so do I."
She looked at me, eyebrow raised expertly. "You're such a cheesy bastard, Embry Call."
I caught her lips with mine. I could feel her laughter against my lips and it was the greatest thing ever. Her mouth was moist and warm and welcoming and so familiar. Her hands clutched my shirt within them, never letting go, and my arms were around her waist feeling bare skin where her pyjama top should be.
This moment, right there, was perfect. I could see it in my mind, a picture, like a memory except it was happening in the present: my arms around her, this beautiful, pure teenage girl, and my hulking figure foreshadowing her, hiding her, protecting her from the world. This was how I wanted to stay.